Firstly, I must congratulate you on your site. It must take a lot of work to keep going but is very much appreciated. I stumbled across your site quite by chance about a month ago and it has certainly given me a great deal of pleasure.
Perhaps I should explain something about myself and my relationship before I begin my story.
My name is Lynne and I am a twenty four year old female living in England. My partner, with whom I live, is a year older and called Kevin. We first met almost three years ago when we worked for the same company, and although Kevin has now moved to a different company, we both remain employed within the financial market.
Ever since we first met, we have had a great relationship in all respects. We have always been quite frank and open with each other, and get on together very well indeed, although both of us can be a bit stubborn at times. Our respective jobs make quite a heavy demand on each of us and therefore the time we have off together is quite precious.
After we had been together for about a year we were beginning to disagree about what we should do when we had a free weekend together. Kevin always wanted to go off and play football or be with his friends, whereas I wanted to go out together shopping or out to a night-club. This was starting to become a problem and a potential threat to our relationship. After sitting down and about it, we came to an agreement that when we did have some free time together, we would take it in turns to decide what we should do, and the other party would agree to that. Therefore, when we had no other commitments, Kevin would decide what we should do one weekend, and I would decide what we should do the next, a system that continues to work well.
One of the really strong points of our relationship has always been our sex life. We really seemed to click from the first time we went to bed together, and have always found it easy to talk about what activities we particularly enjoy. We both love oral sex, (especially receiving it!), and have tried to encourage each other to do exactly as the other person wants. We are both fairly adventurous in our love-making and have tried a few variations and 'deviations' which we have read about, some of which we have enjoyed but most of which have left me helpless with the giggles, but that's another story.
Perhaps about nine months ago, I had a particularly busy time at work which entailed working long hours and I knew we had a very full weekend ahead of us which Kevin had planned. On the Friday evening we had sex which was good, and then on the Saturday evening, after an exhausting company promotion and dinner with friends, Kevin wanted sex again when we got to bed. I was just too tired and told him so. He began to complain, stating as it was 'his' weekend, then I should do whatever he wanted. I was too tired to have an argument then so I told him he would have to settle for oral sex. He agreed and I ducked down beneath the bed clothes and went to work on his cock which responded rapidly. Within five minutes he had reached orgasm, turned over and was snoring happily!
The next morning when we awoke and were drinking coffee in bed, I decided to discuss the matter further.
"Last night, you said that as it was 'your' weekend, I should grant you any sexual favours you wanted. I don't remember that being discussed when we agreed to plan the weekend events in turn. Are you now suggesting that whoever chooses what we shall do on a particular weekend, also gets to decide what sexual activity takes place as well?"
He thought for a moment and then turned towards me and said, with a grin on his face,
"Yeah, sounds like a great idea."
We had already tried some 'Master and Slave' games and some gentle bondage so I wanted to clarify what he had just agreed to.
"So what you're saying is that when it is your weekend to choose what we do, you also decided what we do sexually as well?" He nodded.
"So, on your weekends, I effectively become yours to do whatever you like with?" He grinned widely at the prospect and nodded.
"And when it is my turn, I get to call the shots and you do as I tell you, is that right?" I asked.
Again, Kevin nodded, although a little more thoughtfully, and said,
"Okay, I can live with that"
That brief five-minute conversation led to a new arrangement in our sex lives. During the week we had a sexual relationship as normal, but come the weekends, the agreement allowed to be totally selfish in sexual terms, demanding whatever sexual favour we liked from the other person. The arrangement developed over time and was highly satisfactory, generally speaking, for both of us. We would never do anything to hurt, endanger or embarrass the other person, but at the same time we had a great deal of fun. I had read of female domination and although it didn't really do anything for me, I found that I thoroughly enjoyed having Kevin do whatever I wanted when it was one of 'my' weekends, and I loved teasing him.
This is not the place to go into any great detail about what we get up to, but a typical Kevin weekend, when he decides what we do will start when we get home from work on the Friday evening. I will have a shower and change into clothing that he chooses. Almost always he will choose either a short skirt or short dress which I put on. Whilst in the house, he will never allow me to wear underwear of any sort. Therefore, no matter whether I am preparing a meal, getting him a drink or simply watching TV, Kevin can always have a grope of my bum or between my legs whenever he wants. Of course, during such a weekend, he can demand some form of sex at anytime, and providing his demands are not outrageous, I will do whatever he wants.
A favourite situation of his is to have a beer whilst watching the evening soccer match on TV. He will lounge on the sofa and call me over, demanding that I suck his cock. Without me saying a word, I sit on the floor beside him, unzip his pants and take out his cock. I then kiss it a couple of times for him, before putting it in my mouth and sucking it. He usually gets hard very quickly, but after a couple of minutes he will tap the back of my head, indicating that I should stop sucking. However, I must not move my head away, but remain where I am with his cock still in my mouth. Once he has rested for a few minutes, he taps the back of my head again and once more I start to suck, and again after another few minutes, another tap on the head indicates I should stop and remain in position until directed to start again. As you can imagine, this can go on for some considerable time, almost an hour in not unusual before he finally comes.
On 'my' weekends, I will be served breakfast in bed, be taken out for lunch and generally waited upon hand and foot. Almost without exception, I ask that he massages my feet and legs, which invariably ends up with Kevin being ordered to use his mouth on my pussy for an extended period of time whilst I lie back, eyes closed and smiling. At times, I have ordered him to trim my pubic hair, something which he later said drove him crazy, or just to gently stroke and play with my bottom or breasts, something he is very good at.
My only complaint is that when I am the boss, Kevin has trouble controlling himself. He will lick my pussy or do whatever I want for a while, but then I will suddenly feel his cock forcing it's way into me. I don't really object too much, but if I wanted him to screw me, then I'd tell him to do so. Many times I just want him to continue what he is doing without actually screwing me. After mentioning this to him a couple of times and being told that it was natural and that he couldn't help himself, he made a throw away comment along the lines of getting him a chastity belt so that I wouldn't have to worry about him screwing me.
It was this simple comment made one evening about getting him a chastity belt that started me wondering. I didn't even know if such things existed. I was aware that in ancient times females were apparently locked into chastity belts to ensure they behaved themselves when their men weren't around, but could you get a chastity belt for a male? If so, how did it fit on, and how did it work?
I didn't think about the matter again for a couple of days, and then one evening whilst Kevin was still at work and I was doing some stuff on the computer, I thought I would search for information about male chastity belts and found amongst others, your wonderful site. I read every scrap of information I could about the subject and studied each of the various designs. As I said, I have never had a great interest in 'domination', but the prospect of fastening up some guys cock so that he couldn't have sex, and even better, couldn't even masturbate, made me feel as horny as hell. There was one particular article, I'm not sure where now, of how ladies in Roman times would frequently keep a number of male slaves, each of whom would have his genitals fastened, who would tend to the comfort of their Mistress.
I imagined how wonderful it must be to have half a dozen handsome young men around all the time, each of whom would be stark naked, but with his cock fastened up and controlled by his female owner. If ever she wanted a screw she could simply unfasten his chastity belt and make use of his cock, but if she didn't, then his cock remained fastened up awaiting her future attention. I found the thought of such a situation a huge turn on, and I was still looking at the screen when Kevin walked in.
I immediately showed him what I had found and he read some of the information with a passing interest. I decided to test his reaction to my new interest.
"Kevin," I said, to which he grunted, "I want to get a chastity belt for you"
"What the hell for," he said, "I don't fool around with anyone else."
"I know that," I said, "but I'd love to try it, just for fun when it's my weekend. I think it would really turn me on to see you wearing one. I don't suggest we should spend a lot of money, but we could make one of our own." I showed him the home-made devices made from PVC tubing.
He read more about the PVC belt and then agreed with some reluctance, that providing it was just for fun and only for the weekend, then it would be okay by him. I was thrilled as I considered the idea of having his penis under my total control to be a wonderful one. Most girls are natural 'cock teasers' and I was determined to tease like never before, and I could be really selfish, only considering my own pleasure and simply use Kevin in whatever way I wished.
The next evening, as soon as we both got in from work, and before he went off the idea, we went to the local do it yourself store where we selected all that I thought we would need. The store was almost empty and a young girl of about sixteen was serving at the only available checkout. She seemed mildly curious as she rang the items through the till - a PVC 'U' bend tube, three small padlocks and a length of fairly thin but sturdy chain. As I handed over the money, I wanted to say to her, "Actually, I'm going to use these items to fasten up his penis so that he can't get any sexual relief!" That's what I wanted to say, just to see her reaction, but in the end I said nothing!
Once home again, I set about adapting the tube so that it was suitable for it's intended purpose, cutting it here, and drilling a couple of holes there. I think Kevin knew how much I wanted to do this and therefore modelled for me without too much resistance. It took quite some time before everything seemed to be okay and we were ready for the final fitting a couple of days later, once we had obtained some suitable flexible tubing to cover the chain and stop it digging into his flesh.
The final article was very similar to the one on the Alterboy pages. Kevin's penis slipped into the tube which was locked around his waist securely using a length of chain and padlock. Due to the shape of the tube, his penis was pointed downwards and backwards, between his testicles and towards his bum. I had drilled two holes in the other end of the tube to which two lengths of chain were fitted. These then were passed around the back of his thighs and fastened to his waist chain using the same padlock. Overall a simple, yet effective and very secure chastity belt. His penis was pushed down and back so that intercourse or an erection were impossible, and the PVC tubing meant that he couldn't touch himself. Kevin does not have a huge penis, but it is certainly nothing to be ashamed of, and because I had deliberately made the tube a certain length, the head of his cock was just starting to protrude from the end of the tube.
It was about three weeks later before we had another free weekend together and it was my turn to be boss. During the week before, I had deliberately made excuses for not having sex as I wanted Kevin to be as horny as possible for the weekend, and on the Friday morning before we went to work I reminded him that it was my weekend to have fun. He grinned foolishly and went to work. For me the hours of the day seemed to drag by and I couldn't really concentrate on my work, and eventually I made some excuse about not feeling well and went home early. For one thing, I wanted to make sure that anything in the way of housework was done before Kevin came home so that we would have the full weekend to ourselves, and secondly, I wanted to buy something special on the way home.
On the way from my office, I stopped off at a good quality sports shop I knew, where I purchased a riding crop such as horse owners' use. It was about three feet long, very pliable with a leather fob at the end. I had no intention of beating Kevin with this thing, as neither of us was into 'punishment' scenes, but a couple of weeks previously he had given my bare bum a couple of hard slaps when he accused me of being cheeky. I thought the crop might come in useful in ensuring that he complied with my instructions!
Kevin rang on the way back from the office and suggested that he brought some food home with him, which he did, a nice Chinese meal, which I washed down with plenty of wine. At the end of it, Kevin said he was going for a shower whilst I tidied away the dishes. I waited until I heard the shower turned off, gave him a couple of minutes and then went upstairs, collecting the chastity belt and my newly acquired riding crop on the way.
As I entered the bathroom Kevin was still drying himself off and I stood in the doorway watching him. Kevin is quite tall, just over six feet and of slim build with a nice flat stomach and a lovely bum which I regard as his best feature. His penis is fairly long and circumcised which seems to be quite unusual for English men. In fact, of all the boyfriends I've had, Kevin is the only one I know who has been circumcised, but I do think a penis looks much more attractive that way. I waited until he had put on some aftershave before I produced the chastity belt from behind my back.
"Right then my young slave boy," I said, trying to sound serious. "Time to fasten up your randy cock."
He grinned, somewhat nervously and asked if I was sure I wanted to go ahead with this, and wondered if we should talk about it some more. Having reached this stage, I wasn't going to stop now.
"Get your hands on your head, legs apart and stand still." I ordered, starting to get more into the swing of things.
He did as I instructed and waited for my next move. I grabbed hold of his cock, which was limp and gave it a firm tug, just to show him I was in charge. With a bit of pushing and twisting, I forced the PVC tube over his penis until it reached the base. I then passed the chain around his waist, pulled it quite tight and fastened it to the tube with the padlock. I had Kevin turn around until he was facing away from me, reached between his legs for the two lengths of chain which were fastened to the end of the tube, passed then between his legs, around the back of his thighs and over his hips. Once I was satisfied that everything was quite secure and could not be removed, I fastened all the lengths of chain together at the front using just the one fairly small padlock. I snapped the lock shut, checked everything over once, and stepped back to admire my handiwork.
I felt horny just looking at him. His cock was now securely fastened inside a hard plastic tube that forced his penis downwards and backwards between his testicles and towards his bum. He tried walking around and moving about and he said that it all seemed fine, and because of the arrangement of the fastening chains he would still be able to use the toilet without having to take his belt off, although he would have to squat down to pee.
"Right then, slave," I said, "just so that you understand the rules of this weekend, let me explain. Your role this weekend is to please and satisfy me, nothing else. I will expect you to do whatever I say, without hesitation. You will continue to wear that thing on your cock throughout the weekend. You will not touch your belt, or attempt to remove it. What you have between your legs is my property and under my control and I don't want you touching it, understand?" Kevin nodded.
"If at any time you do try and remove it against my wishes, you will receive my special punishment." I produced from the bathroom cupboard a new tube of 'Deep Heat' and showed it to him.
"If you attempt to interfere with your belt, the chains or the lock, I shall remove it, smear the inside of the tube with a liberal amount of this stuff, and stick your cock back in the tube and fasten it much tighter than it is now, understand? I'm sure that would have you hopping around for a while." For the first time, Kevin looked slightly worried.
"Now, turn around and let me see what you look like from behind, " I instructed.
Kevin complied and turned to face the wall.
"Bend over slightly," I ordered, and he stooped forward slightly.
"More than that," I said.
"Look," he suddenly said, "I don't mind wearing this chastity thing, but I think your taking this a bit…!" he was just saying when he suddenly yelped. The cause of this sudden outburst was due to the fact that, unseen by Kevin, I had picked up the crop from outside the bathroom door and flicked it firmly against his left buttock.
"I've already told you once, you do as I say, and the quicker you learn that the better, now bend over as ordered," I said quietly.
There was no hesitation this time as Kevin bent over presenting his bare bum to me. I grinned to myself thinking this was going to be fun. I looked at his backside and was please to see, as I had hoped, that the knob of his trapped penis was poking out towards me between the cheeks of his bum.
"That's better," I said. "Now, get dressed, go downstairs and pour me a large gin and tonic. I'm going to get changed."
Kevin got dressed in double quick time and scuttled off downstairs. I put down the crop and sat on the bed for a moment because my heart was racing so much. I started to get changed out of my working clothes and as I did so I realised that my pants were actually wet on the crotch. I couldn't believe it. I'd been horny on many occasions in the past, but I couldn't remember a time when my pants were actually wet through excitement. I grinned to myself, as I got changed, wondering what Kevin was thinking at that moment.
That Friday evening we did nothing else as I wanted Kevin to get used to wearing his chastity belt. As we watched television, I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye and noticed that he fidgeted quite a lot, but as he was sitting on his cock, quite literally, I suppose that was understandable! We went to bed about 11.30pm and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, although both being naked, I was very tempted to start playing games there and then. However, I turned over after suggesting that he get a good night sleep as he was going to be a busy slave tomorrow!
The next morning I awoke fairly early, probably because I was exited about the prospect of the day ahead. Kevin was lying on his stomach beside me, still apparently asleep. I placed my hand on his shoulder and stroked him gently which caused him to move and mumble something. I continued to rub my hand up and down his back, quite deliberately reaching slightly lower each time, until I was rubbing his bum. I reached between his buttocks and felt the knob of his cock and the end of his chastity tube poking up between his legs. As soon as I touched his cock, he pushed my hand away, although I think he was still half-asleep. My hand immediately returned to between his buttocks, although this time when I found the knob of his cock, I tweaked it hard between my finger and thumb. That woke him up!
"Good morning slave-boy," I said as he turned towards me, "how's that cock of yours this morning? Not being playing with it during the night have you?" knowing full well he was incapable of doing such a thing. I grinned at him, but he just mumbled something in response.
"Right then, I want some fresh coffee, and some toast and marmalade. Once you've made that and brought it to me, you may take a shower," I said. He turned over, but didn't actually get out of bed.
"Alternatively of course," I said, "you can stay here and let me rub a nice big dollop of that nasty cream onto the end of your cock. Is that what you'd like me to do?"
Kevin was out of the bed in a moment, pulled on his dressing gown and went downstairs to get my coffee and toast. I smiled to myself, thinking that I was going to enjoy today.
A few minutes later, Kevin brought my coffee and then went for a shower. Once he had finished and dried himself, he came back into the bedroom and began putting on his pants.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Getting dressed of course," he replied.
I smiled. "But slave-boys don't wear clothes, they just wear a chastity belt, nothing else. Therefore you are already dressed aren’t you?"
Kevin simply stood there, as if dumbstruck. I looked at him and thought how gorgeous he looked in his present situation.
"But surely, you don't mean you want me to go round all day with nothing on?" he said. I smiled and nodded.
"That's right," I said. "It's quite warm enough so you will stay as you are now unless I say otherwise, understand?" By way of an explanation I added, "I like seeing my slave-boy's body, especially now his big, randy cock is all fastened up and under my control." Kevin said nothing.
"Now, go and run me a nice warm bath with lots of bubbles and call me when it's ready." I snuggled back down into the bed waiting for my bath to be run. I thought I could get quite used to this lifesystyle!
When Kevin called, I went down to the bathroom and told him I wanted another cup of coffee which he went to get whilst I got into the bath. It felt wonderful. Kevin brought me the coffee and asked if I wanted anything else.
"Yes," I replied, "you can wash me."
I turned my back on him and he began to wash my back and shoulders with the sponge. The warm water felt lovely. Next, I had him wash my arm, feet and legs, up to my thighs, but nowhere more intimate at this time.
"Now you can do my front," I said. "Start with my breasts."
With only a moment's hesitation, Kevin began soaping by shoulders and breasts. My nipples were already hard and I was starting to feel aroused, partially because of what Kevin was doing, but also because of the situation overall with me being 'in charge' of him.
"That feels very nice," I said. After a few more minutes I said, "Now do my bum."
I turned around so that I knelt in the bath and stuck my bum in the air. Kevin began to sponge my buttocks and all the time I kept telling him how good it felt. It did feel good, but I knew also it was teasing Kevin a treat.
"Now wash my pussy," I instructed, standing up in the bath. Kevin's eyes were only a matter of inches away from my crutch, something I fully intended. He began to soap the sponge around the top of my thighs and over my pussy lips, something I found very stimulating. Kevin's breathing was becoming more laboured and there was no doubt that he was getting turned on as well. I began to moan softly, quite genuinely.
"Oh, that does feel nice," I said, pushing my hips towards him.
I let him continue for another minute of so, but then had to stop myself before I went too far. I dipped down under the water to rinse off, and then stepped out of the bath. Kevin remained kneeling looking up at me.
"You may dry me now," I said to him, and he began to dry me with the large towel. This though was just another opportunity for me to tease further.
"Make sure you dry me thoroughly won't you," I said, "especially between my legs as I don't want to get sore."
As he began to dry the top of my thighs, I put one leg up on the side of the bath, so that my thighs were wide apart and Kevin had a perfect view of my pussy. I found that because of the situation, I was doing and saying things that I normally perhaps would have been a little more modest about, but I did find the whole scenario very erotic.
Kevin dabbed the towel gently over my pussy. I wriggled slightly, putting it on.
"That tickles," I said, "you touching my pussy like that," and I wriggled again.
"That's where boys like putting their big, randy cocks isn't it, into a girl's pussy? I bet you'd like to put your cock in my pussy right now wouldn't you? Would you like to do that, stick it in hard all the way and make me gasp and wiggle?" I was loving all this teasing and Kevin confirmed my suspicions.
"Take this damn thing off will you, it's killing me," he said.
"What do you mean slave-boy? I asked innocently.
"My cock," he said, "it feels like it's being cut in half."
"Turn round and show me," I instructed.
Kevin was still kneeling at this time and he swivelled round and bent forward slightly. Between his legs was now protruding the very swollen and dark coloured end of his penis, the shaft of it still gripped tightly in the tube. I gasped and pretended to be shocked.
"What a naughty slave-boy you are, getting all exited like that after looking at my pussy." I reached forward and just gently put my fingers around his cock, noticing how warm it felt. Kevin groaned as I did so.
"Now you see why slave-boys have to have their cocks properly fastened up and controlled. I think you will have to be punished later for allowing yourself to become so randy, but for the time being, you can get yourself back upstairs to the bedroom."
I followed Kevin up the stairs, my eyes fixed on the wonderful view of his back. Once in the bedroom, I picked up the riding crop, which I had left by the bathroom door, threw him a tube of body lotion and laid down on the bed, still naked, with the crop in my hand.
"You can start by giving me a nice leg massage with that cream," I instructed.
Kevin opened the cream, put some on his hands and started rubbing it into my legs. It felt soothing and nice. As his hands worked slowly higher up my legs, I opened my thighs wider and wider as I wanted him to have a good view of what he couldn't have for the time being. When he reached towards the top of my thighs, my left hand went to my pussy and I ever so gently started stroking my pussy lips, sighing and moaning gently. Kevin's hand movements became less and less as he concentrated on watching what I was doing with my fingers. Without stopping, I indicated that he should join me on the bed and lie on his stomach with his head near my leg. I pushed him around a bit until he was positioned where I wanted him.
"Now slave-boy," I said, "show me how well you can please your owner. I'm sure you know what I mean." I smiled at him and placed my hand on the top of his head and pushed it down between my legs. Within a second, I felt Kevin's tongue and lips making contact with my sex which caused me to shiver. Kevin is good with his mouth, but for today, he was going to be superb!
I instructed him to do exactly what I wanted, ordering him to move his mouth higher or lower, to go more gently or more firmly, to use his tongue or whatever. With each instruction I gave, I gave his bum a firm tap with the end of the crop, alternating between his left and right buttock, which at times caused him to grunt and try just a little harder to please me. I was in absolute heaven and Kevin's tongue was bringing about some wonderful sensations in my body. It also seemed that my 'slave' was enjoying himself as the end of his cock was poking out between his buttocks, looking very swollen and dark in colour. I took great delight in constantly rubbing it with the tip of the crop, teasing Kevin all the more. I was tempted to actually give his cock a swipe with the crop as well as his bum, but thought it might be too painful for him.
It wasn't too long before I was brought to the most wonderful and fulfilling orgasm that I have ever experienced, I really thought I was going to pass out! Once I had recovered slightly, I realised that Kevin had moved round towards me. I told him in no uncertain terms that he should not remove his mouth from my pussy until he was instructed to do so, and as I had given no such instruction, I wanted his mouth back between my legs until I gave him further instructions. Almost at once, he turned and his head once again, disappeared between my legs. After five minutes or so, I gave his bum a fairly hearty swipe with the crop and ordered him to start licking again which he did, and we repeated the whole thing all over again.
Time was forgotten as Kevin carried on pleasing me like never before with his mouth, eventually bringing me to four orgasms as I continually gave him instructions, smacked his bum and tickled the knob of his cock with the fob of the crop. It was the best sex I had ever had, but eventually, I was exhausted and simply had to stop. Eventually we got up, and I quite deliberately got dressed in Kevin's favourite short dress, and left my pants off. I wanted Kevin to be able to see my pussy as much as possible and I spent most of the rest of the afternoon 'flashing' my sex at him, knowing that he was physically prevented from getting any pleasure himself. I found this teasing game a real turn on.
That evening, after consuming rather a lot of red wine, I took him back up to the bedroom where I instructed him to lick my pussy again. Again, he performed quite perfectly while I simply laid back and simply soaked up the pleasure that he gave me. One thing that I do find enjoyable sometimes is when a guy just tickles my anus with his finger. Perhaps like most people, I'm quite sensitive there, but when I'm in the right frame of mind, and providing the guy is gentle, it really turns me on. That evening, whilst thinking what I could have my 'slave' do to please me still further, I wondered what it would feel like to have a tongue on my anus, so I turned over into a kneeling position, stuck my bum in the air, and ordered Kevin to lick my anus as well as my pussy. It was a delightful feeling and I just had to keep telling him 'bum' or 'pussy' as an indicator of where his tongue should go.
The Sunday was really just a repeat of Saturday, although I do have to go out for a while, so to cheer my 'slave-boy' up, I left him alone in the living room just wearing his chastity belt, but I added another short piece of chain to his belt and fastened him to the chair he was sitting on. I then switched on one of his favourite 'blue movies', turned up the sound and left him. He explained much later that it had been torture having to sit there and being forced to watch all these people screwing each other whilst his penis was fastened up.
Finally on the Sunday evening, I said that I was going to remove his chastity belt, but that he would still be my 'slave' for a while longer. Before removing his belt, I tied his hands to the top of the belt and then unlocked the padlock and removed the chains. I then gently and carefully pulled the tube off his cock. Immediately, his penis became erect without me touching it at all. Never before had I seen his cock so big and so hard as it was then, and when I took hold of it, it seemed so hot. I told him then that I was going to screw him instead of him screwing me, and I quickly straddled him, took hold of his cock and guided it into my pussy. It felt simply wonderful. Kevin came within a minute and he seemed to squirt gallons into me!
Although we have not used the chastity belt since that weekend, due solely to other commitments, we shall use it again in the future. For me it was truly wonderful, to be completely in charge and control of Kevin, to have him do whatever I wanted without having to consider his needs. So girls, if you want your lover to really please you, try fastening up his cock for the weekend! The really ironic thing was that when we later discussed the events of the weekend, Kevin said that he had really enjoyed it, being denied sexual relief, and being told precisely what to do. He said he even quite enjoyed me using the crop on his bum and cock, although he said it was very frustrating for him at the time!
The only slightly worrying thing for me is that next weekend we have no commitments and it is Kevin's turn to decide what we do. He has said he is really looking forward to have a proper 'slave' to look after him, and although he won't say what he has in store, he has said that I won't be able to talk much as I'll have my mouth full most of the weekend! I can't think what he means, can you?
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