A Wife's Point Of View

Thank you for the photo. Hope to see hubby right at your reinpowerd nylon toes soon. And a fantastic update. Schultz

Indeed it is complicated. The way you described the scene left me both incredibly turned on and also sorry for your husband -- making me feel afraid that his may indeed be going too far. There may be something worrisome about your husband 'expecting you to buckle' and you 'calling his bluff'; I mean, you're in this together, right?) I hope you guys don't forget to talk about that stuff in your moments off play, and I hope you keep yourself always sensitive to his reactions -- I can see the danger that, in your well-meaning efforts to be as much the bitch as your husband would like to, you might end up giving him more than he can take. (After all, does he know how much he can take? We're all limited humans, not unlimited gods; and especially men are often prone to thinking they can soar up in the sky -- or, in your husband's case, take use -- limitlessly, infinitely, for ever and ever. We men like to believe we can fly right into the sun; and it's part of growing up for us to realize that we can't, that our wings would actually burn. Usually women help us realize that .

But as long as that's not the case... as long as the signs are good, and the fun in the game is mutual... -- then your description of what you did to him is incredibly erotic. I couldn't take my eyes from what you had written. It looks like a dream situation!...

I wonder if Tom also sometimes doesn't express some concern. (I've wondered once if 'bulls' sometimes don't feel sort of bad at the role they play in this game -- depending on the level of play.)

I hope I don't sound 'afraid' or overly concerned. I'm just unexperienced in this particular area.

asehpe, thanks for your concern. I am always aware of the tightrope I'm walking, I think we both are. Saying I'm going to do something doesn't necessarily mean I will though. For example, I'm supposed to stay over at Tom's at least two nights a week. Some weeks I'll do that, other weeks things will get in the way as they often do. I don't mind that at all, it will give me an excuse to be 'angry' with my husband and punish him for not making sure I get to be with my lover enough.
Also, I'm very concious of Tom's feelings. I've made it very clear to him that the whole scene could be stopped without notice if I feel uncomfortable or my hubby isn't happy. I think he knows his role and its limitations. I don't think he can complain really. He's getting full access to my body which is more than my husband is getting lol. I commented to Blue this morning that Tom will probably cum inside me at least four times a week, that's two hundred and eight times a year!!! I'll cum too of course! Then I'll also probably have at least six orgasms a week on my hubby's tongue, thats three hundred and twelve orgasms. So in total I'll get over five hundred wonderful cums. He, on the other hand, will get, at best this year, three ruined, unfulfilling ones and one timed orgasm into a plastic doll. Seems fair enough to me, LOL! Lady Blue xxx

You're welcome, Lady blue. Your hubby is really a lucky guy, and the two of you are living a dream situation. I hope you'll both make the most of it, and that you both go on living happily every after!

208+312=520 orgasms for the lady, 3 ruined ones for the hubby + 1 plastic doll. Sounds like paradise to me! Just thinking about it makes me sigh... I can only imagine the effect this has on blue.

Dear Ladyblue, I wanted to wait for a lull in your postings before answering asehpe, and this appears to be a lull. I hope you keep posting!

Dear Asephe: you wrote:

oldbearswitch, you said something that gave me pause: "for despite all the masturbation fantasies of subbies of all genders, when scene play crosses into "***", the ***r has damaged his own humanity. Sometimes more than he degraded the ***e!". Seeing how extreme fantasies can get, and how people can believe they can 'take it all' without this being the case, I can imagine how you must have to play a difficult dance here -- all the more when you yourself are excited by what you are [b][/b]doing. I feel curious: in the cases you mention, did you realize that things were going to far by yourself, or did cuck and/or wife have to say something? Did you guys use something like a safeword? And did feeling guilty about it affect your capacity to be a Bull, at least for a while? (Judging by your posts, I'll bet it didn't -- but I'm curious about how you felt, because in my mind such scenes would seem so terribly dramatic... Probably it's something more mundane, like, say, playing football with someone and then exaggerating your push and getting your friend's leg broken -- you feel terrible, you apologize profusely, you do things to make up for the mistake, but as long as it's clear that it was an accident things go back to normal and you're friends again.)

To answer the first part italicized, yes, that is what made it so hard for me to rein in my sadisitc and dominant impulses..the meaner I got, the hotter the woman got, be she a subbie slut or a dominant goddess and that just made me want to punish the subbie slut or the wimp male or muscular male slave even more.

As for the second part, I was sort of part of breaking up a marriage. In that case I felt terrible for years. Later I chanced to meet them both on seperate occasions and they acknowleged the marriage was dead end anyhow. ( I was 20ish, they 40ish and they were using me as sort of a sex toy, and it sort of blew up on them when jealously, pain, degradation and sluttiness encouraged were too much for either to handle responsibly. ) But i regretted that for years. On the physical side, it was mroe like what you said about busting a buddies leg. The play partners know you did not mean it. And they craved it!! Men as you cucky wimps all know often want it badly to be treated badly. LOL MANY of the women loved the rough treatment. You have no idea how many hot, bitchy, mostly dominant women crave and get off from occasional presentation! Thank you for the questions.

Oldbearswitch, you're welcome. I do fantasize about these things quite a lot, but I've never experienced them in real life... I like to see people actually living these experiences with success -- it makes me feel great to think that there are people out there enjoying the cuckold lifestyle without breaking to pieces, or without destroying their families... but actually the opposite, growing stronger, closer, more intimate. It's like being able to believe in Cinderella. As Jorge Luis Borges once put it, let there be a heaven, even if my place is in hell... :-)

I thought I'd say a few things about teasing my husband. I love our teasing sessions almost as much as he does now. I like to have him naked whilst I remain fully clothed. I think that simple arrangement establishes straight away our respective roles. He has to bare himself to me, not just physically but emotionally too. I, on the other hand, maintain a decoram that immediately sets me above hm. It shows too that I am out of his reach sexually. The light touching to his straining, twitching cock is deeply sexual to him whilst to me it does not even warrant my being undressed. The desperation, the overwhelming sexual tension that has become his entire world at that point, is nothing more than a casual amusement to me.
I always wear latex gloves. Partly because I know how the smooth silky material turns him on and appeals to his rubber fetish but also as a clear demonstration that allowing my beautiful manicured fingers to come into contact with his little private area would be quite out of the question. It sets the scene for the attitude I often display to him, telling him that he is such a naughty boy, berrating him for his lack of control, complaining about his lack of respect for me, his inability to see me as anything but a sex object. As I cross my nylon sheathed thighs or dangle one of my four inch heels from my foot his eyes go wide in wonder and I scold him as the dirty pervert he is.
I always make it clear that his frustration is of little consequence to me. Sometimes I watch tv whilst he stands at my side, hands on head. Just as he is reaching the point of no return I'll stop and send him to the kitchen to refill my wine glass. Other times I'll flick idly through a magazine or phone a friend or my lady, holding the phone with one hand whilst gently teasing his bobbing cock and swollen balls with the other. He hates those occassions the most because he dare not start begging. He knows whoever I'm speaking to would hear him so he has to bite his tongue and maintain his silence, hoping against hope that I'll eventually look up at him and he can comunicate his desperate need with his eyes.
The crazy thing is that he knows I'm not going to let him cum. He knows too, how angry I'd be if he did. But still he cannot help himself. He'll beg and plead until I eventually tire of his whining and snap at him to shut up!
There is a definite s******* to keeping a man on the edge for long periods of time. I've never timed myself exactly but I know for sure that I've often carried on for over two hours at a time. He always complains of extreme blue ball pains afterwards but, funnily enough, he never refuses my offers of more teasing, men!?
I have to admit, I actually take quite a pride in my s*******s now. Even so, in case of emergencies, I always have a bag of ice handy. I tell hubby that, if he is stupid enough to allow himself to cum, I'll ruin the effect by leaving go immediately and then covering his groin in freezing ice. I'm sure that would totally destroy any potential plesure he might hope for. Then I'd be very angry and very dissappointed with him. His cage would go back on, I'd make him lie in a freezing cold bath for an hour then I'd string him up in the garage and beat him harder than I've ever done before. Finally, after letting him down, I'd leave and go to stay with Tom until I felt I could forgive him! Pretty extreme, I know, but I have to get through to him that he cannot win. Not being allowed to cum might be completely unbearable for him but dissobeying me and allowing himself to cum would be worse, it has to be!
The funny thing is, it works. I have to laugh out loud when be goes from being determined not to humiliate himself by begging, to pleading desperately, to panicing and warning me he is close. The begging me not to stop switches suddenly to begging me to stop immediately. Then, when I do, he will beg again for more, often with big salty tears of frustration rolling down his face.
You might wonder how I can be so cruel. He loves it. If you asked him he would tell you. He lives for those 'sessions of despare' as he calls them!
I have to admit too, the atmosphere in the room can become so sexually charged by his desperate frustration, that I can become swept along by it myself. Promising him that, if he does an especially good job I might think about giving him the release he so despeately desperately needs, I lift my skirt and order him between my thighs. His eagerness on those occassions is overwhelming! He dives into my already soaking heat and brings me the most shattering orgasms. You might think I imagine it but I'm sure that his sexual frustration actually feeds and intensifies my pleasure. I swear to you, it's like a tangible power that emminates from him. He says that the knowledge that I'm not going to let him cum, despite my promises, leaves him with no choice but to take whatever sexual pleasure he can from my orgasm. So, if you like, his frustration feeds my pleasure and my pleasure feeds his longing, soothing ever so slightly and for only a moment, his painful frustration.
Even more strange, perhaps, is the fact that ths mutual simbiosis works even when we are appart. Sex with Tom is good, don't get me wrong, but thinking about my husband and the unbearable frustration he gladly endures for me, elevates it to a higher plane. He says that he feels it too. The knowledge of where I am and what I'm doing with another man is as close as he gets to doing it himself. His sacrifice not only allows but creates my pleasure. My pleasure, in turn, makes his sacrifice not only bearable but desirable.
Sorry I've been so deep today guys, I hope you don't mind me waffling on so much. It's just that, in my opinion, the most important part of a cuckold relationship is the part that goes on in the heads of the couple. The outward physical things are just an expression of that. Oops, there I go again! Till next time, bye bye. Lady Blue xxx

I'm quite happy when you're deep, Ladyblue -- that makes understanding what is going on easier and more rewarding. Don't worry about that. I understand that people often look for masturbation fodder in such descriptions (and so do I -- I'm human too :-); but there's more to it than just that.

In my imagination, at least, bringing a woman to orgasm while not being allowed one is a near-religious experience. It's not simply about not being able to get a release (and the curious pleasure that this situation creates), or about the pleasure of pleasuring her; it really goes way beyond that. In my mind, the lady in question has a certain aura of power around her that glows in the dark, a certain energy that attracts me like a lamp attracting an innocent moth to it, a halo of powerful light that envelops the lady and makes her something more than simply human. She seems to float, to be surrounded by a magic field, to be capable of anything; and her slave is in awe in the presence of so much power.

Ah, how pleasant is the thought that the slave's frustration actually feeds her, increases her power, strengthens her orgasm! Ah, how wonderful it is to suffer so that she cums more! Every orgasm she has feels so right, so great, and that he might contribute to them with his frustration, oh! what a privilege! Ah, to give her more power, and more, and more! Ah, to be dazzled by the light that comes from her pleasure!

OK, I know, I'm getting a bit too lyrical... but that's what it's like in my imagination. I hope you feel a bit like that, Ladyblue. It's nice to think that some people are actually living like this, and being happy. People like you make the world a healthier place. :-)

I love this thread!

After enduring such an intense teasing session I thought my devoted husband deserved a reward. So, after a liberal aplication of ice we had him back in his chastity belt and I allowed him to give me a lift to Tom's house. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked from the car to Tom's door. When the door opened I treated hubby to the pleasure of watching me snog my young lover on the doorstep before we dissappeared inside.
I was still on a serious high from our teasing session myself and Tom got the full benefit which ended with me taking his impressive young cock between my lips for only the second time. This time though I let him cum in my mouth! Quickly I retrieved my mobile phone from my handbag and gave it to Tom. He was laid on the bed with a stupid smug grin all over his face and it took me a few attempts with sign language to make him understand what I wanted. I posed, mouth open showing a big pool of Tom's ejaculate covering my tongue while he clicked a picture. Closing my eyes I gulped it down then took my phone and sent the picture to hubby. See how he likes that!
I wanted to leave straight away after that. I was coming down from my high and beginning to wonder if I'd gone too far. To offered to drive me home but only if he got another go at my unfaithful pussy first. Well....I never can refuse him.
When I eventually got home I rushed in and grabbed my husband. Would he kiss me knowing what I'd done? Yes. Thank goodness for that. Yes!
I asked him if he liked the picture. He said it was the nastiest, sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Picking me up he carried me to bed. After fitting the dido he made sweet love to me till I'd cum twice. The first time I teased him by calling out Tom's name. I am such a bitch! The second time I told my darling how much I love him. As he thrust away he asked me if he could watch me with Tom next time. In the heat of the moment I gave in. So it's all arranged for Saturday night. I'm so nervous! I hope it goes well. Saturday is also the night for hubby's next scheduled orgasm, ruined of course. I've told him he will have to wait until Sunday for that. I want him totally in heat for Saturday night. I'll let you know how it goes.

I thought, since it would be the first time I'd allowed hubby to see me with Tom, it might be a good idea to meet on neutral ground. Tom booked a hotel room and waited for us in the bar area. Hubby drove me there and you could feel the sexual tension in the car. We said almost nothing all the way there. I held his hand as we walked through reception but left go as soon as I spotted Tom at the bar. I hurried over to him deliberately leaving hubby behind. As I reached Tom we embraced and kissed. I whispered in his ear for him to put his hand on my ass. I knew that such a show of sexual familiarity, maybe of ownership, would drive Blue nuts!
As he came up awkwardly behind us I turned and introduced my husband to my young lover. The bar was empty and I told my husband to get us some takes. Then, for the next twenty minutes or so, Tom and I cahtted, his arm around my waist and mine around his. My poor hubby was pretty much ignored until I said it was time to go upstairs to Tom's room.
I'd slipped off my coat and given it to Blue. Tom and I waked ahead hand in hand as hubby followed us to the lift like some sort of butler.
The inside of the lift was all mirrors. Tom and I were at the back with my husband facing the door in front of us. Tom told him the floor number and hubby pressed the button. I could see him watching our reflection as Tom once more locked his full lips onto mine. When the lift stopped and the doors opened hubby stepped out and turned to wait for us. We were still snogging deeply as the doors slid shut. I began to giggle at our naughtyness as Tom tried to get his tongue down my throat. Fortunately nobody else called the lift and, eventually, Tom tore himself away long enough to press a button and the doors opened. We assumed the same formation on the walk to Tom's room.
Tom opened the door and we walked inside. I turned to my adoring husband and told him to wait outside. I didn't want him coming in with us straight away. I was really nervous and I could tell Tom was too. I wanted us to have time to get relaxed. Also, I wanted to show my husband who was boss here. I felt it was really important to show him his position here.
So Tom and I, both giggling with nerves as if it was our first time, undressed each other and lay down on the bed. I kept on my stockings and french knickers. I knew the stockings would turn on both of my men and I wanted hubby to watch as Tom removed my knickers.
Tom broke away from me to pour us some champagne. He said we were celebrating our first time together with hubby actually in the room watching. I was surprised and pleased that he was so understanding and aparantly happy with the idea. We relaxed and chatted as he stroked my stockings and I ran my freshly manicured nails lightly over his rapidly expanding manhood. Whn I thought we were ready I asked Tom to give my hubby permission to come in. I thought it was important to show hubby that his presense was allowed only with my lovers agreement. That if Tom wanted him out then out he would go. I had to show him that being with Tom was my priority and he was a minor intrusion that was hardly of any consequence. So, wrapping a towel around his waist, Tom went to let in my devoted cuckold.
I hope I'm not boring everyone? Would you like to hear more?

More please. Especially detailing Blue at your nylon clad toes, thank you, Schultz

Indeed, it sounds wonderful. Sure you're not boring anyone.

definitely not boring! We cant wait for more! This is awesome!

Love this thread.

I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh as Tom came back into the room. His impressive tool was tenting out the front of his towel in the most blatent manner. Hubby looked as nervous as I felt and avoided my eyes as stood in the entrance.
'You can sit over there,' I told him, 'And not a sound'.
Tom joined me on the bed and I undid the towel, eager for my cuckolded husband to see for himself the cock that had taken the place of his in my lustful affections. We kissed long and hard then Tom worked his way, licking and biting over my neck, my sensitive nipples and down over my stomache. As he pulled down my knickers I looked over at my husband. Our eyes met and I knew immediately that this was ok with him.
The last of my trepidation melted away as I felt the tip of my lover's talented tongue delve between the moist lips of my married pussy to find my unfaithful clitoris. I groaned and lifted my hips, keen for my poor sex starved hubby to see how his wife surrendered herself to this young stud.
I was grateful to Tom for not rushing things. I so wanted this to be special for my husband. So, throwing caution to the wind, I hooked my legs over Tom's shoulders, grasped handfulls of his hair in my fists and gave myself to the moment.
As I lay panting Tom slid up the bed and kissed me. I love to taste myself on a man's lips. Until I met Tom this had been a secret between my husband and me. I wanted him to see that I'd betrayed that secret to Tom. Opening my eyes I checked his expression. He smiled at me. I felt such a wave of love for him then and hoped desperately that he felt the same way about me.
As I lay side by side with my lover we kissed and fondled each other's bodies. I began to work a condom over his iron hard cock with my delicate fingers. He shuddered, partly from passion but also, I knew, from nerves. As I pulled him on top of me I whispered in his ear to relax and pretend we were alone.
It felt very important to me to maintain a bond with my darling husband during our lovemaking. I needed to make eye contact with him at certain crucial moments. Tom's impressive manhood piercing my unfaithful pussy was one of them. I tried to let him see in my face the incredible feelings Tom's young cock gave me. I wanted also for him to understand how his being there, watching, giving his consent to my adultory, added to those feelings, magnified them, muliplied them a thousand fold until I honestly thought I was going to feint.
I had to close my eyes and try to focus on my lover. Wrapping my arms and legs around him I kissed his cheek telling him to fuck me, fuck my pussy! I knew how such dirty talk would drive hubby nuts.
I was having moments of doubt still. Hoping that, now he had seen me with Tom, it wouldn't be too much for him. I couldn't relax and enjoy Tom's young body as I wanted to, as I usually did. I hoped my nerves were not obvious to my husband. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend he wasn't there. I had a handsome young stud pounding my pussy for crying out loud!
Eventually, I felt the familiar stirings and knew I was going to cum again. I was so glad that I wasn't going to have to fake it. I wanted to stare at hubby while I came but I didn't dare break the moment. Instead, with eyes screwed tight, I called out Tom's name as I bucked my hips off the bed to meet his strong manly thrusts. All I wanted then was for Tom to cum, for my husband to see for himself, another man cumming inside me. The thought crossed my mind that it would have been better without the condom, then suddenly, with a deep below, he was cumming. I opened my eyes to stare at hubby as Tom crushed me to him, driving his pulsing manhood deep into my belly. Smiling, I lifted my lefthand from Tom's sweating back to wave my wedding ring teasingly at hubby.

After all the nervous excitement I was really tired and I think Tom was too. As we lay there still entwined I drifted off to the feel of his cock growing slowly smaller inside me. I was jolted awake by the sound of the room door clicking shut. Part of my attention was on grabbing the overflowing condom around Tom's deflated cock before it spilled its load over my pussy. The rest of my attention was focussed on locating my husband. His chair was empty. Had he left? If so, why? Shit! The possibility that I'd gone too far filled my stomache with ice.
Trying not to let Tom see my concern, I casually slipped from under him, grabbed my handbag and made for the bathroom. Once inside I closed the door and retrieved my mobile phone. Not wanting Tom to hear anything, I sent my hubby a text, 'r u ok babe?', then nervously I waited.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he sent back, 'Yea, no prob. U were amazing'. I asked why he left. 'U need time alone with T. See u at home 2moro. I love u'.
Despite thr reassuring texts, I felt like leaving. I wanted to see my husband, talk to him, make sure he was ok. If I left though, what would Tom think. I didn't want to panic him. What if he said it was getting too complicated and he wanted out? So, I decided to stay.
I slept fitfully and woke early. Tom wanted to give me the benefit of his morning erection. I pulled the heavy douvet around us and told him to fuck my brains out. I was going home soon and, if everything was ok, I wanted to smell and taste of sex with another man. It would drive my husband nuts. So we sweated and groaned, humped and clawed, licked and bit our way to a mutually satisfying conclusion. Tom showered as I dressed. I noticed both my breasts bore fresh hicky's and smiled as I imagined hubby's reacton to those.

Tom dropped me at home and I steeled myself for my reunion with my husband. I needed to be strong here, assertive, even demanding. This was a milestone for us. I just hoped he wasn't too upset. I wasn't sure I was strong enough to get us past that.
He was in the kitchen as I came in through the back door. I knew it was going to be ok when I saw what he was wearing. My maids outfit, black stockings and all. As he stood at the sink washing dishes I stepped behind him, wrapping my arms around him. That felt good!
'We really must see about getting you your own maids outfit sweetheart.Maybe a pvc one or would you like rubber?'
'Mmm, yes please!'
'I might have known, you sick little perve!'
We laughed and he turned. I kissed him, pushing my recently unfaithful tongue into his mouth. He told me I smelled of sex as he kissed my neck.
Ok, I thought, everything is fine. Panic over. I need to take control again. And besides, I was actually a little mad at him for frightening me like that. How dare he just get up and leave like that?
Pulling back I slapped him across the face. His look of surprise made me slap him again. I ordered him upstairs. I had to try really hard not to laugh at his cute buns bobbing up the stairs in front of me, separated as they were by the string of one of my thongs.
The bedroom floor was covered in neatly arranged rows of my shoes and boots. 'I've cleaned them for you,' he smiled. 'While you were....in bed with your lover, I was cleaning your shoes'.
I picked one up and examined it. It was perfect. 'Not very fucking well by the looks of it!' I shouted. I picked up another and threw it at him, then I kicked the rest all over the room.
'One, you don't touch my things without permission. Two, you can't even do a simple thing like clean my shoes without getting it wrong. You are fucking useless! Well?'
My big strong husband stood there dressed in my too small lingeree, eyes cast down at the floor. I felt such a rush of power. I knew too that he loved these moments. In his over frustrated state he ached to please me, but somehow longed for my rejection of his efforts. It just made him swoon with lust and devotion. I knew, he'd explained it often enough. His cock would be fighting desperately against its unyielding primister. I could see the evidence in the involuntary twitching of his hips. I wondered if I could actually make him cum, inside the cage, without touching him, just be the sheer power of offense. Shit, what a rush that would be!
'Oh, and thirdly, how dare you just get up and leave me like that? If I want to *** and frustrate you I'll do it. Where I want, how I want and for as long as I want. How do you know I didn't have plans for you last night? You didn't wait to find out did you?'
'I am so annoyed with you! Get out of my sight! Make me a coffee and bring it back here. You can undress me and appologise by cleaning me, all of me, every inch, with your stupid tongue. Why should I waste hot water when I have you? Then I want this lot cleaned again, properly this time, and put away. I was going to let you have your pathetic little sqirties today boy but it doesn't look like we'll have time now does it?'

wow, that`s just great. I love this thread
hi there

"In his over frustrated state he ached to please me, but somehow longed for my rejection of his efforts."

This captures quite well the curious paradox of cuckolding with offense, the masochistic contradiction at the very heart of this... fetish, this it-has-to-look-bad-in-order-to-feel-good quality that is so strange and yet feels so deeply wonderful. Isn't it funny that the very reamister why it feels so good is that it looks so bad? I mean, a lot of domination stuff looks like Abu Ghraib (I'll bet they got some of their ideas from D/s websites), which means they would be terribly bad things... if they didn't feel so damn good.

I would love to understand why this is so. I have some residual fear that there may be something bad in D/s play... like smoking and slowly accumulating nicotine in your lungs... but I must admit I can't find it. Ladyblue, when I read your account of the situation, it just sounds so wonderful, the only thing I can think of is how lucky your husband is to have you in his life.

The two of you have my sincerest admiration.

The feel of my loving husband's hot tongue all over my body was a huge turn on for both of us. As I showered afterwards I smiled to myself at my own wickedness.
Hubby had the last of my shoes put away by the time I'd dried my hair and slipped into my silk pj's, fluffy pink dressing gown and matching slippers. When he reported to me I told him to get out the massage bed and his rubber relax sac. His face lit up with such joy I felt like a complete bitch because of what I intended to do.
The rest of my day was spent between visits to the basement where my husband lay cocooned head to foot in latex with only his bursting hard cock protruding through the relaxsac's zipper and relxing on the sofa in the lounge reading a woman's magazine and then eating chocolates as I watched a movie.
Each time I visited my captive I used a feather duster to lightly brush the underside of his twitching organ. It was so funny! I'm sure my laughter at his pathetic plight must have magnified his suffering and, as is the way with our game, his enjoyment too.
He was working himself into such a sweaty lather, groaning and pleading around the inflateable gag that formed part of his favourite rubber hood and straining against the tie down straps I used to secure him to the massage table.
Each time I thought he'd had enough I stopped, leaned in close, stroked his face lovingly and asked if he'd enjoyed watching me with Tom. I wanted to know the truth. Had he really enjoyed it? How much? I had to let some of the air out of his gag to allow him to make sense. I've learned that, to really get my husband to abandon all pretence and tell me honestly of his deepest fantasies, all I have to do is tease him till he's desperate. Then it all comes out.
I asked him what would have made it even better, what would have excited him even more. It turned out that he'd loved the experience, been so blown away in fact, that he'd had to leave the room. I got more details too. The things that would have made it even more mind blowing? If I'd been less nerveous. If Tom had been more dominant and me more submissive. If we could do it without a condom. If I'd said I loved him. All food for thought. In fact, my plan for the rest of the evening was taking shape in my own mind. I'd been concious that my performance was a little nervey and I'd already made plans to correct that. Now, thanks to my loving husband's perverted imagination, I had more amunition.
Re-inflating his gag I took up my feathers and started on him again. He was really pleading now. I'm sure that half of him wanted me to continue giving him the mind boggling sensations he was experiencing and the other half wanted desperately for me to stop. Ha, I was really getting good at this. The tiger was out of the cage now and there was going to be no putting it back.
I carried on alternatng between teasing and leaving him to suffer. I'd fein concern and ask him what was wrong as I caressed his latex covered face. I'd kiss him and tell him I loved him, that I just wanted to make him happy, that I thought he liked being teased. Then I'd pretend to give up because I couldn't make out what he was saying around his gag. I'd mount the basement stairs smirking at my delicious cruelty, listening to his muffled pleading fade as I closed the basement door behind me and went back to the chocolates he'd bought me. He was doing that a lot lately. Since we'd decided to play our game, especially since I'd locked up his cock and severely restricted his orgasms, he was always buying me things. It was as if every day he was trying to woo me, to win my aproval, my affection. I loved the attention and he seemed to love giving it. Our marriage had never felt better, stronger or more fullfilling.

It was early evening and time for my loving husband's next surprise. I'd deflated his expectations by telling him we would not have time to play, then I'd completely surprised and delighted him by putting him in the rubber relax sac. He knew that his time in there would be a delicious *** but that, in the end, he'd get to cum. It might be a ruined orgasm but it would be an orgasm, it always was, right? Wrong! The emotional rollercoaster wasn't over for my poor hubby.
Dropping a bag of ice on his twitching over stimulated organ, I laughed and told him his time was up. I reminded him that I wasn't happy about him leaving the hotel room without my permission or about him getting out my shoes and boots, again without my permission. He needed, I said, a little reminder of who was running this show.
I released him from the sac and told him to hurry up and take a shower. His face was such a picture of dissappointment I almost gave in. Then he started to whine and complain which just made me mad. I was working so hard to make this special and all he could do was complain! He could see he'd upset me as I stormed off upstairs leaving him standing there dripping sweat. Now we'd see how committed he was to this game. Either he'd come upstairs and throw me down on the couch and fuck my brains out or, he'd go take that shower. I think I'd have been happy with either although, I think I'd have been a little dissappointed myself if our game was over. I was really getting to enjoy myself.
I think I smiled with a mixture of relief and cruelty when I heard him trunddle upstairs and start the shower. I was itching with impatience but I knew I had to wait.
He came downstairs with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I ignored his first apology. When he repeated it I looked him up and down coldly and told him to loose the towel. Then I asked him, if he was sorry why was he having a disgusting hard on while he apologised. I told him he needed to learn more respect for his hard working wife. Sending him to the kitchen for more ice I reached behind the couch to pull out a couple of items I'd found on the internet.

Once the ice had the desired effect I showed my husband the first item. It was a hinged metal ring about two inches wide with blunt metal spikes on the inside. The site had called it an 'Iron Maiden'. I opened it up and instructed him to fit behind his blue looking balls and over the base of his now soft penis. He closed it up and I secured it with a hexagon bolt, stowing the hexagon key in my purse. He said it felt really heavy and the blunt pins were a bit uncomfortable. I laughed and told him to wait and see how it felt if he was silly enough to let his little cock get hard again. It must have been quite exciting for him because his previously shrivelled penis immediately began to inflate - more ice!
Once he had himself under control I showed him the other item. It was a solid stainless steel ring, much smaller and with no hinge this time. It was, I hoped, just big enough to fit tightly over his penis. With a bit of a struggle we had it in place just behind the head of his penis. Then I produced another much smaller hex key and showed him the handfull of tiny hexagon bolts I had in my hand. Slowly and deliberately I screwwed each one into its pre-drilled hole in the cock ring - I think it was called a Kali's Teeth Bracelet' on the site.
Hubby grumred and complained but I ignored him and continued to screw the bolts through the ring so that they dug into the flesh of his cock evenly all the way around. 'There you are dear, now you can keep those on until you learn some respect for your wife'. He complained they were uncomfortable so I asked him if he'd rather have his chastity belt back on. That shut him up. I told him that the new training rings would be staying in place until I felt he'd learned his lesmister. 'What lesmister?' he asked. 'You'll see,' I smirked. 'Now uniform on, quickly!'
As I'd hoped, dressing in his pvc maids outfit had him excited again very quickly and, when he reported back to me, he was pleading to have the rings removed. The more excited he became the more his cock grew and the more the cruel spikes stuck into him. I'd been assured by the site I bought them from that they could not cause serious damage but, seeing the agony on his face when I lifted his uniform skirt to fondle his overful balls, I was a little worried. I scolded him for his lack of control and marched him to the spare room where a large pile of ironing was waiting for him.
I was enjoying a glass of cool white wine when the doorbell rang. I knew hubby would be panicing wondering who it was. I knew who it was because I'd invited him.
I let Tom in and we went through into the dining room. I'd chosen that room for two reamisters. Tom and I chatted and laughed as we enjoyed a take together. I was sitting on his knee still in my pj's and dressing gown. I was giving my husband time to get curious. If I knew him he'd be sneaking down the stairs very soon to get a peek round the door and see who was here. That was part of the reamister I'd chosen the dining room. The door was just off the bottom of the stairs. The other reamister was that I needed the dining table.
I was soon snogging my young lover, casting glances over his shoulder hoping to see my husband's jealous gaze. Where was he?
Finally I saw his curious face peep around the door. Time for action.

A whisper in my young lover's ear was all it took for him to swing into action. Lifting me from his knee, he stood and guided me firmly to the end of the dining table closest to hubby's hiding place. Bending me forward he bent to grab a handfull of my pink furry dressing gown and toss it over my head. Then I felt his strong fingers in the wasteband of my silk pj's as he jerked them down revealing my squirming backside to both him and my poor husband. Through the soft material of my dressing gown, I heard Tom fumbling with his belt and dropping his trousers' the tearing sound of a condom packet, then a shot of electricity as he pushed the head of his weapon against my pussy. As a precaution I'd applied lots of lubricant prior to his arrival but I doubt if I needed it. There was something so incredibly erotic in being taken like that. Roughly, without ceremony, just pure natural lust. Two lovers desperate to couple, all other considerations thrown aside. My poor husband watching, desperate to intervene, to rescue his respectable wife from the uncouth and totally disrespectful clutches of this horny natural, but unable to. Partly because of the offense he would feel in revealing himself dressed as he was in a cute little maids outfit, but also partly because he couldn't bring himself to interfere with such an erotic site. His darling precious wife being roughly deflowered.
It was different this time. Apart from the lack of any nerves, there was no apparant preparation. It wasn't a set up, or I hoped it didn't appear to be. I was in my own home, dressed normally for bed. Then our home, our refuge, was invaded by this alpha male, this lustful beast intent on one thing, his own carnal pleasure.
I squealed, groaned, cried out for him to stop. I wanted to give hubby the full effect. Then quickly I changed my tone, allowing my cries to become ones of encouragement. I begged Tom to fuck me. I told him I was his. I thought about ticking off another of hubby's suggestons and telling him I loved him but it just didn't feel right. Not this time anyway. So, instead, I called him darling, I told him I belonged to him, that I'd do anything to keep the feel of his big cock inside me.
Tom's thrusts had the effect of rubbing my swolen clit against the edge of the table and, in no time, I was coming, determined to squeal and shriek as much as possible for Tom and for my poor deprived husband. At the end though, as I felt Tom's cock expand and throb inside me, his smoothe muscled thighs pounding the back of my weaker trembling ones, I lost all concentration, even awareness. When Tom grabbed a handfull of hy hair and roughly pulled my head back powering my pussy down harder still onto his hot cum squirting cock, I remember thinking 'good boy' because I'd told him to make sure he did that when he came. I wanted the full works for hubby. I wanted all doubt removed. I wanted him to see who owned me, and that I wanted it, revelled in it even.
Thinking of what he must be going through, the sight of his sophisticated, conservative, loving wife, sceaming out her unfaithful pleasure, impaled on the cock of a young thug determined to use her entirely for his own pleasure, had me coming again even as Tom gave his last shuddering thrust and dropped forward squashing me under his muscled young body.
Now the piece du resitence, pulling his cock from my still pulsing lips, he removed the overflowing condom, dropped it onto my back and grabbed a handfull of my dressing gown. I smiled in cruel glee thinking of my poor husband's reaction as Tom wiped his cock clean with it. Hubby had bought me the dressing gown for Chritmas. He loved how cute and cuddly it made me look. I guessed he'd never be able to see it in quite the same light now!

I jumped as Tom slapped my ass, 'I'll be doing that a lot more in future, any time I like in fact, so you'd better get used to it...slut'. I felt so grateful then. Tom had followed my instructions so well. OK, that last line wasn't entirely convincing. I could tell he wasn't totally comfortable calling me that, but I reconned it was good enough to have my peeping tom hubby squirming with cuckold angst.
As soon as I heard the back door slam I shouted for my husband. I had to laugh as he shuffled into the room bent over with the pain from my new toys. He pleaded with me to take them off but I refused telling him it was his own fault. If he didn't want the pain he shouldn't be having the hard on should he?
Still lying over the table where Tom had left me I ordered my doting husband to kiss my furry pink slippers and tell me if he'd enjoyed spying on his sexy wife. I knew kissing my feet would drive him nuts. Between loving kisses he was groaning in pain and, at the same time, telling me how incredible I'd looked being roughly taken by my young stud.
I asked him how he liked Tom calling me a slut. He said it hurt deeply and made him really angry. If he hadn't been so scared of exposing himself to Tom dressed as he was in his little maids outfit, he said he might have been unable to hold back from bursting in and punching Tom in the face. That worried me a little so I made him pull off my slippers to kiss my naked toes and promise me that he would never interfere with anything I did to tease him, no matter how much he wanted to.
When I was satisfied he was sincere, I had my husband stand up and retrieve Tom's used condom from my back so I could stand up. Then I took it from him, went to a kitchen drawer for some string and smiling at my own inventiveness, made myself a necklace. A condon necklace, full of Tom's cum. I had Blue help my tie it around my neck then ordered him to the basement.

Hi Lady Blue, I just wanted to drop you a note, and thank you again for your great thread.

Totally hot scene there in the last 5 panels, I had a wondefully kinky idea for showing hubby a new side of your prowess,I got it from one of my usual pastimes pleaures. Want to know what it is??

Anyhow, great job Lady, glad to "watch" such a loving but hot and cruel Domme!

ps, my idea for mind-fucking both hubby and your lover is based on the belief in the universal truth of your statement:

I've learned that, to really get my husband to abandon all pretence and tell me honestly of his deepest fantasies, all I have to do is tease him till he's desperate. Then it all comes out.

It also works on women, although it is a little harder to Master the technique with most women.

oldbearswitch please do go on, I'm very keen to learn from your experience!

A groan of agony...or was it pleasure....escaped my poor hubby's dressing gown wrapped head as I ran my long finger nails up each of his trembling thighs. This was going to be so much fun!
As I knelt in front of him I had to power myself not to laugh at my own wickedness. The head of his cock was deep purple and swollen where it protruded from the nasty spiked ring. I could only imagine how much it must hurt. Then there were the other larger spikes inside the Iron Maiden which must have been digging pittylessly into the base of his cock and the underside of his balls.
Opening my mouth I slowly engulfed the angry looking head. He actually screamed then, I mean really screamed. From excuisite pleasure or agonising pain? I wasn't sure. I don't think he was either. So, I'd kept my promise hadn't I?
I actually got a little scared though. What if I caused him serious damage? Maybe I should stop? As I slid back my mouth I sucked gently at the very end of his cock. It seemed even bigger and darker than before. Was it possible for a cock to actually burst, I worried.
He cried out again as my soft warm lips deserted his long deprived and suffering rod of flesh. This time though it was a plea and a desperate one at that. Accompanied by him thrusting his hips blindly forward seeking out a return to the *** of my cruel lips. A little relieved that the pleasure must b outweighing the pain for him, I giggled and thrust out my tongue, driving it into the pulsing hole at the tip of my husband's manhood. Another scream....lust this time, pure natural lust!
Standing up quickly I collected my cane and swished it threateningly through the air. I told him that he'd experienced the pleasure I could grant him, now I was going to show him the pain which I could give, just as easily.
I'm a little nervous when it comes to beating my hubby's ass. I find it so hard to judge how hard to hit. With my bare hand I can feel how hard I'm hitting. With my hairbrush I've learned to go by the warm pink glow it produces. A cane though is so remote for the user. I decided to try to produce nice pink lines across his skin. You have to pause a while as they take a little time to develop as the skin swells. I find that to be a more acurate way to judge. If I went by my slave husband's squeals and writhings I'd stop after one, then he'd be complaining afterwards that I was too lenient with him. Well, I wouldn't be getting any complaints today!

Three nice parallel red lines across both cheeks, then back to my knees. Just my tongue now though, I wouldn't want to spoil him. Running the moist tip from his blue swollen balls, across the diamond spot and on to the leaking slit. Then it was back to my feet, three more lines of pain then a few words of encouragement whispered in his dressing gown covered ear.
I asked him how he liked my tongue, telling him I wanted to give him a little sample of what he was missing, what I was giving to Tom every time I met him. I teased him about how much better Tom was at making love to me. Then it was back to my knees. It can actually be very hard work being a Cuckolding Bitch!
After six repetitions I had to admit defeat. I had been hoping hubby would cum, the ultimate mingling of pain and pleasure for him. I was going to pretend to be angry at him for having an orgasm without my permission. Unfortunately I guess the combination of Iron Maiden and Kali Bracelet was just too much. So, I decided to give him a break and remove the Bracelet, leaving on just the Maiden. The trouble was that his cock was the hardest and biggest I'd ever seen it! How was I ever going to get that steel ring over that purple bulging head?
Ice, lots of it! I pretended I was angry still but changed my reamister. I'd given him so much of my precious time, even letting him feel my sexy tongue and he couldn't even cum! What kind of man was he? Maybe he was gay. Perhaps I should get on the internet and see if I could get another guy to come round and lick his little dicklet instead of me? Maybe he'd be able to cum then!
I had to just about freeze hubby's poor balls off to get him small enough to be able to slide off the bracelet. I wondered whether he'd be able to get hard again for quite some time. I need not have worried though. As I stood to his side I used the nails of one hand to scratch the front of his thighs while my other arm to pulled his fluffy dressing gown swadled head up against mine. I looked down to watch facinated as his poor ***d organ immediately sprang back to life, inflating like a life raft as I whispered how much I wanted and needed Tom. How incredible my life was now. How I loved teasing my poor hubby. How I wanted Tom inside me every day, driving that big, hard, beautiful cock into my welcoming pussy as my poor, useless, cuckold knels at my feet telling me how much he adores me.
I thought that, once hubby was fully hard again, I'd start back in with the ***. Licks then flicks (of my cane that is,lol). I didn't get the chance though. My poor deprived husband had had all he could stand. As I whispered my last comment to him about how the next time Tom took me over the dining table I wanted him in my ass, how I wanted to be screaming out that I loved Tom as he, my poor little cuckold slave, knelt kissing my feet and screaming equally loud how much he loved me, his teasing bitch of a hot wife, his cock suddenly jumped extra hard and a length of thick ropey cum shot across the room.
Recovering my wits, I immediately left go of his head and shouted at him for daring to cum without permission! He was thrusting his hips, screaming my name as he fucked thin air. Calling him a disgusting pig and complaing about his lack of respect, I added to his less than satisfying ruined orgasm by distracting his attention from it. How? By scratching my long, painted nails hard over the now red and purple wheals my cane had left on his ass!