In the time since my daughter's short marriage had ended in divorce, we had grown closer than we had been in years.
For the first time, I had told her about the nature of the sexual relationship I had with her late stepfather, which involved female sexual dominance and enforced male chastity. She was entranced by my stories, and even speculated that such a relationship would be more satisfying and longer lasting than the one she had just ended. Therefore it was most exciting when she became involved with a wonderful man who was very receptive when she told him of her new interests.
When he proposed, we carefully planned her response. I ordered a CB2000 male chastity device, and she informed him that he must wear it until the marriage, and that I would hold the key. He was very excited and very much in love, and agreed readily. As the weeks passed, he did not try to renege, despite his growing sexual frustration. On their wedding day, I did not think I had ever seen a more eager groom. Afterwards, the three of us returned to my home for their wedding night, where I could unlock him and provide instruction. In the bedroom. he hesitated only a moment when I ordered him to undress, as he knew he was there to obey.
First, I had him kneel on the bed with his back against the brass headboard, and I handcuffed his hands to the headboard behind him. Only then did I unlock and remove the CB2000. "Watch closely," I told my daughter. "Now I can demonstrate some of the things I have told you about." I lubed my middle finger and, reaching behind him, pressed my finger between his buttocks until I found the tightly puckered anus. I applied pressure until the finger had slid all the way in, and then withdrew it until just the tip remained inside.
"Observe how I use my finger tonight," I said. "I will save another night to demonstrate the use of a strap-on, in which I am also an expert, in all modesty." I then began a steady rhythm of sliding my finger deeply in and out. Reaching down with my other hand, I cupped his testicles and gently rolled his balls around in their sac. The effect was fast and wonderful. My daughter and I were delighted by the sight of the most magnificent erection either of us had ever seen. His penis stood out straight and hard, and the swollen head had reddened and darkened. It bobbed gently in rhythm with the thrusts of my finger, and every few seconds a clear drop of pre-cum would form on the flared opening at the tip, before falling to the bed below.
"This is just what I wanted," I explained. "Isn't it marvelous to see a man in this state? His genitals are full of semen, overfull really at this point. What I am doing with my finger and hand is causing the semen to churn and heat in anticipation of ejaculation." Looking up at his face, I saw him staring hungrily at my daughter, who had undressed to her underwear.
"Strip completely," I told her. As she removed her bra and panties, I elaborated: "The sight of your nude body will be the crowning touch. He will know that there are a hundred ways a sexy body like yours can satisfy a man, and he will imagine every one of them."
"When will he come?" she asked.
"I think the slightest touch to his penis now would bring on an ejaculation," I replied, "But I don't think we will let that happen tonight." "No, I like all that hot semen churning and bubbling right where it is," I said, all along never pausing the actions of my hands.
Hearing those words along with my continuing ministrations was finally too much for him, and he began to beg. "Please, oh please," he moaned.
"Please, Mom," said my daughter. "Let me be alone with him." I looked at her sharply; I knew that she loved him very much, but pity was not a desirable trait in a woman who would sexually dominate her man. But in looking at her, I could see immediately that her nipples were dark and protruding, and her labia were visible and glistening with wetness. I realized then that she was driven more by her own lust than by any concern for his release.
"Very well," I said, and reached for an ice pack I had prepared earlier. I pressed it against his testicles until his erection subsided enough to re-attach the CB2000, and snapped the lock on with a loud click. "He's all yours," I said, as I removed the handcuffs and got off the bed.
I felt secure in the knowledge that no matter how intense and varied the sex play that now ensued, no ejaculation could occur to relieve the pressure I had worked so hard to build. I looked back as I walked away, and saw their nude bodies locked in a passionate embrace, feverishly kissing and running their hands everywhere. The sight was made still more erotic by my certainty that his penis was already straining painfully against the confines of the chastity device, in a futile attempt to regain the glorious erection of only minutes ago.
I smiled as I closed the door, for I knew that tonight my daughter would enjoy several delicious orgasms, despite his frustration. Or, more likely, because of it.
[ Story Continues in Part 2 ]
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