Downward SpiralSubmitted by: Anonymous
The last gift of the evening was sorta meant to be a gag-gift. Kelly shredded the wrapping paper and opened the plain cardboard box. She pulled out the tangle of leather straps and clasps and the small stainless steel cage and turned the device in her hands. I was just about to explain the thing when a huge smile spread across her lips and her eyes lit up. Her face started to flush.
"Oh my god...." She whispered. "I think I know what this is!!"
I laughed. She was as excited as a school girl. "I think you do too!"
She giggled and fondled the thing and looked up at me from the floor, the carnage of her birthday present wrappings all around her. "Does it fit?"
"Like a second skin".
"And you'll wear it? I'll have the only key?" Just as she said that, the 3 keys fell out of her hands and fell into her lap.
"I guess if I had them, that would kinda defeat the purpose". She giggled and rolled the contraption around in her hands. She was beaming. I could see the wheels turning in her head and mischievous thoughts dance behind her eyes.
"Its perfect." She laughed. "I want my birthday fucking, and then this is going on you!"
"Agreed". I said, my cock growing at both ideas: fucking and chastity. I thought the concept was intriguing and I knew our love life needed some spark. It was just a fun idea, and judging from my wife's reaction, she thought so too. I told her the words I would live to regret every day:
"...And I promise to let you decide how and when it comes off. I think it will be sexy and fun to be on your timetable and not mine."
The gorgeous woman looked pleased and she stretched her neck and body up for a long sexy kiss. "I think it will be amazingly sexy and fun!"
Our sex life has changed rather dramatically in the last 3 weeks. Kelly and I had amazing sex on her birthday and I was then locked into the chastity device...where I've stayed.
I never thought she'd take it this far. I had no idea she thought sex would be better if it were completely one-sided. I had no idea she would enjoy her power so much or use it so effectively to weaken and control me.
The first day in the cage was fun, and Kelly had 5 of the most intense orgasms I've ever witnessed. She instructed me to use my fingers and my mouth on her as substitutes for my cock, and she honestly seemed not to miss the real thing at all. She acted as if I had been born without and used me completely to reach her sexual satisfaction. Suddenly, our sex was no longer mutual. Suddenly she was the queen and I was the servant.
On Day 2 I made the mistake of asking her how long she was going to keep me locked up. With a very straight, rather icy look on her face, she told me that since I was rude enough to ask, it was going to be another 10 days. She told me not to ask again.
I couldn't hide my disappointment and surprise. I pushed the issue and told her I thought I needed some freedom, that the gift was just supposed to be a fun toy.
"It IS a fun toy. But its MY toy. Not yours. And now your cock is mine too, not yours. This was your idea, remember. I intend to capitalize on this new twist. I suggest you try to get used to the idea. The more you complain or resist, the worse it will be."
I took her word for it. For the next 2 weeks, I was the ultimate pussy slave. My cock went completely ignored locked away in its cage and all my energy became focused on serving and pleasing my wife. Her sexual appetite seemed to sky-rocket. I think she just liked knowing that she was getting her fill while I was getting nothing but sore. When its locked in place, my balls dangle outside the cage and as the time passed, I felt them getting full and tender. The increasing time I spent between my wife's legs or massaging her naked, firm, body created a hunger and need in me with no relief in sight. My desire to please and my energy to do so both increased as Kelly took full advantage. As my balls ached and my cock rebelled against the confining cage, my wife became very, very happy and I became the poster-boy for pussy-whipped men.
After the "10 days" had come and gone, Kelly continued to completely ignore my cock, my needs, and the obvious discomfort the situation was causing me. I was literally becoming a Eunich. One afternoon, after I had delivered a masterful performance with my tongue and fingers, sending her to 4 writhing, squealing orgasms, I worked up my courage to ask again. My cock was growing blue as it tried to grow in the cage and my balls were swollen painfully. I felt I had nothing to lose. I tried to be diplomatic.
"Was that okay, Kell?" I asked meekly.
"Hmmmm.....yeah....that was good." She sighed. I think she was starting to drift off.
"Ummm...do you think I might get to feel like that sometime soon?"
"No...I don't think so. I don't think you can while you're locked up, do you?"
"No...no, I can't. I know I can't. I just meant, do you think I could get some time out of this thing? I mean. I love it, I really do. And I love all the pleasure you've been getting. But it's been much longer than I was prepared for...."
I trailed off and knew I had made a mistake. She looked down at me as I lay between her thighs. She smiled a wicked smile and reached down to run a fingernail down the length of my nose. God, she looked gorgeous. There was something new about her. The new air of superiority and control had bathed her in a sexier, irresistible light. We both new she liked things as they were. And it was clear just from her look that things were going to progress from here: better for her, worse for me.
"Poor boy. You don't get it, do you? When it comes to sex, what you want or need no longer matters. Not one bit." She ran her finger down to my lips and teased me there, soliciting vain attempts to kiss and lick her finger while she smiled. "You forfeited, remember? You gave up! You handed over your cock willingly. And you told me it was mine to do with as I wish! Well, I'm doing as I wish."
She told me to scooch up, and I did, lying beside her so we could look eye to eye and talk. I felt her fingers reach down and wrap tightly around my balls and an evil gleam began to shine in her eyes. Of course, my cock tried to stiffen further, causing me pain. And my tender balls throbbed in her grasp.
She giggled and smiled at the look on my face. "I don't think this thing will ever be yours again, dear. Sorry. I want it, and I'm keeping it." She licked her lips and watched me intently as I wrestled with the realization. I was going to be kept as a eunich.
"We both know that I was less than satisfied with what you were doing with this thing. You masturbated far too much and your energy for me was far too little. And we both know how useless you were after cumming." She looked at me and got a small nod of affirmation. "You are much better this way, hon. And this is the way I want you. I know it must be difficult for you. And believe me, its going to get so much worse!!" The wicked grin flashed again. "But you are mine. If you want to stay mine, this is how it is going to be. I get pleasure. You get to suffer. I get to cum. You never get to cum. Simple rules."
"Okay....okay." I whispered. "I love you so much." I watched her fall asleep as my groin pounded in aching frustration.
Its hard to know which Kelly enjoys more, putting my services to use and spoiling herself with sexual pleasure, a pussy-whipped slave at her beckon call, or sadistically teasing and tormenting me into further helplessness. I'd have to say its an even split and my days are spent either pleasuring and serving her, or suffering in some way that seems to amuse or arouse her. Over the last 2 months, our sex life has transitioned to this: She gets my full effort in trying to pleasure her in every way, and I am made to suffer and do without as she spends an ever-decreasing amount of energy and attention on me.
I haven't had an orgasm in 75 days. My balls are painfully swollen and my mind has been completely battered into mush as my sexy, cruel wife flaunts her sexual power and superiority. Not for a moment do I forget who is the worshipped, entitled, and privileged and who is the tolerated, abused, and manipulated.
Kelly has taken to wearing extremely sexy clothing around the house. She keeps the furnace cranking so that she can comfortably work about the house in only her underwear or her more revealing, slinky clothes. As she keeps me naked, or only in shorts, I too appreciate the warmth of the house, but my wife's overly sexual presence is truly, physically painful to me. And she knows this.
In an almost innocent way, she will lounge about in the living room or idly stir a pot in the kitchen as she reads, tormenting me with her bare curves and sleek sensuality. She knows my eyes cannot avert when she shares space with me. And she does nothing to protect me from my fall into insanity when my lust boils over. A tiny camisole and thong, she knows, cuts like a knife. And the pain in my groin, my struggle for breath, and the racing of my heart all compete to fluster me completely. Sometimes I wish I were blind. But if I were, I'm sure just the scent of her would drive through me like a spike.
Tonight she lay back on the couch as I knelt beside her and served her dinner. She watched t.v. and lazily picked the food from her plate as I held it. In my other hand was her glass of wine. We didn't speak and I felt very much like a piece of furniture, but all the while, my eyes crawled painfully over her slim, sexy body. Increasingly, I was being told to look but not touch, and my wife's body had become a source of pure frustration. I focused on being a good little table.
Without a word, Kelly muted the t.v. and handed me back her glass of wine after taking a sip. She turned toward me with a look that frightened me with its coolness and lack of affection. I am deathly afraid that I am becoming merely a toy, a thing to her...but still a thing that she enjoys watching suffer. She said one word.
And I did. I watched as her eyes closed to half-mast and her fingers slid into the waistband of her panties. I watched as her knees folded inward, her thighs gripping her hand as she moved her fingers into herself. I watched her feet slide over and across each other and I watched as she bit her lower lip in pleasure.
I struggled to hold her glass and plate steady, my shoulders aching as I watched the sexual display in front of me. Her back arched and twisted into the couch and her hair began to flow across her face as she moaned and moved. One hand began to glisten into the moistness of her pussy as the other caressed her breasts and neck. Her soft skin, so young, tight, sexual...seemed to mock me and taunt me for what I had let myself become. She was a sensual, amazing animal and I had let her slip from me, from my grip. Now I could only watch, and ache, and wish.
For 10 minutes, she pleasured herself, occasionally looking into my eyes and smiling at the hurt she found there. A few times she laughed aloud and asked me if I was having fun, if I was going to cry, if I would prefer castration to the painful, unrelieved lust. It was a standing offer that she liked to tease me with. She told me all my male desires could simply go away instead of torture me all day, every day. She teased me with false-sympathy that she didn't want me to suffer so...that she would love to relieve me of my distasteful, painful needs. She told me I would make a handsome gelding and that she would love to do it personally. When I would tell her no, she would smilingly concede and tell me that if pain and frustration was what I wanted, it was what I was going to get.
After she came, she wrapped her fingers around my balls and felt to make sure that I was painfully swollen inside the cage. She told me I was lucky to be able to watch. I might have to suffer for her to payback her generosity.
The only time I am released from the cage is after my wrists and ankles have been fully secured and I have been made helpless. If the pressure and pain of being locked up become overwhelming, I sometimes ask to be tied and have my cock released, but usually Kelly simply decides that its time to practice her prick-teasing skills and to remind me of how unfortunate I am to have been born with a cock. So needy, so exposed and vulnerable. She would tell me she was doing me a favor, that she was educating me in the costs of being male and the freedom of being female. She insisted I thank her for her lessons.
After tying my hands behind me, or sometimes to the bed, the shower curtain rod, or the legs of the dining room table, Kelly begins to delight herself in the pain she can inflict. The physical pain of swollen blue balls, while certainly appreciated by my wife, is only one aspect of the torment. Kelly has become exceptional at mental and emotional torment as well and she prides herself in how effectively she can "break" me.
Last night she tied me spread eagle on our bed. Pleased with my helplessness, she then slowly stripped down out of her clothes to reveal the slinkiest, sexiest pieces of lingerie I had ever seen on her. She even wore the thigh high stockings and the sexy, scary shoes that have crippled me many times before.
While still caged, Kelly began to tease my balls and amuse herself with the mindless way I try to become erect. Her soft touch and teasing breath caused my captive cock to press against the unbreakable bars of the cage and the constriction began to crush my most sensitive parts and cut-off blood flow. As I watched her over me, swaying side to side like a slinky cat playing with a helpless mouse, I could see her arousal, her amusement. I could smell her pleasure.
"Tell me how your balls feel, honey" she said, her words like honey dripping across me.
"I want to know how lucky you feel to be my boy." Her fingers danced across my big balls, my thighs, my belly. I stammered and stuttered, trying to put a thought together.
"I..I...I...." I struggled. "Ummmm....they...uh...they hurt. They feel too full. I...um... ....I really really need to cum. I do. It feels like they're being stepped on."
"Awwwww...poor little baby. They hurt?" she teased, the sexy smile on her face mocking my pain. "But I'm sure they don't feel like they're being stepped on...I'll show you how THAT feels tomorrow." She giggled and gave my balls a little squeeze. "They do feel pretty full." She lightly lifted my balls as if to feel their weight. "Maybe we'll have to let you have an orgasm tonight. You know I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
She lowered herself to my caged, straining cock and began to lick it through the bars of the cage. Her fingers squeezed my balls hard, something she knows causes me to erect further and she grinned as she saw my restless cock shift and inflate into the bars.
Kelly let her long hair fall onto my thighs and belly, and she did a slow tease over my whole body. She looked fantastic, like a real goddess dressed in the sexiest set of lingerie Victoria's Secret could provide. Watching her over me, I had to consciously breath, swallow, blink. Nothing was easy.
"Its too bad I keep you locked up all the time, huh?" she said. "I've really become just a bitch to you haven't I?"
She began to talk baby talk and whisper to me between light kisses all over my face and neck.
"Poor little hubby just gets nothing but blue balls, huh? I'm such a mean wifey. So unfair. Seems like nothing can satisfy me like watching you suffer, so day after day I'm just a little cock-teasing bitch." She lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered softly, inebriating me with her sweet breath...
"And I've got a secret for you."
"I think you've never been sexier than you are right now....struggling, twitching...pained."
I tried to work my mouth...tried to dry my tongue, but couldn't manage. I made only an embarrassing gagging sound. Kelly looked at me with amused curiosity. She asked me if I was mad at her, if I wanted out.
"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave me, you know." She giggled. "What sane man would stay with a wife who only wants to tease and humiliate him?" She kissed my mouth sweetly and began to grind her pussy against the bulk of the cock cage. "I'm a horrible, horrible,....cruel....bitchy....cockteasing...." I gasped for breath as her kisses sent me into orbit and the warmth and wetness of her pussy washed over my captive cock. "....sadistic...little....whore." she kissed me long and wet, her lips trailing across my mouth, down onto my neck, up to my ear.
"I'll tell you what. You just give me the word, and I'll let you go. Just say ‘Uncle' and all this will stop. No more cage....no more teasing...."
She massaged my balls in her hand and gave a little squeeze. "Just say ‘Uncle' and these poor little balls can drain..."
"you don't really want to stay with me, anyway, do you? I'm so mean and unfair....tell me you want to quit...." She squeezed harder. "Tell me you want to leave me....move out....." I gulped and braced against the new waves of pain coming from my balls. "This is so hard for you....I think you should quit...."
"...get a sad little apartment....
...live alone and whack off every day like the pathetic little boy you are....
...say it. Tell me you're not man enough..... I'll untie you right now and all this can stop."
By now she was grinding away on my caged cock and reaching back to twist and squeeze my balls. She was sitting up and looking down at me, a mix of derision and playfulness on her face.
For twisted reasons, my love and devotion to my wife has only multiplied since I have become her toy. She knows I will never leave. Her words are only part of her game. Through the pain and frustration, I fought to put a few words together.
"No...baby, no. Please. No. I would never want that. I can't imagine. Please. I'd rather be yours, like this, than be without you. I'll always want to stay with you. Please, do whatever makes you happy, baby. I'll always want to be yours. I swear. Please."
At this, Kelly softened and collapsed on me, having cum while squeezing me and listening to my cries of pain and pledges of devotion. I felt her chest heave on mine and her damp hair covered my face. I began to recover from the pain and Kelly began to rouse from her orgasm.
She smiled sweetly at me like the woman I fell in love with. She kissed a tear that I hadn't realized was there. "So you don't mind what I do?" she sounded so sweet and almost apologetic. I was caught off guard.
"Good. Because I think I've just begun to see what you can take, cowboy. And to see what I can get."
She rolled off of me and curled up into my outstretched arm. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, nuzzling deeper into me. She got very still.
She was falling asleep. My cock, wet with her juices and painfully bulging against the cage seriously needed some relief. A few moments passed and my mind raced as I saw my window of opportunity closing....I bumbled out a plea.
"Baby....baby, please. Please. Don't ..um...don't you think I can get out of this cage? Stretch out some....please?"
She kept her eyes closed and spoke lazily from my shoulder, "Oh, baby...I'm sorry. I know. You got all tied up in hopes that I'd let the captain out for a little freedom, huh." Her fingers crept back down to my cock, tickling it through the bars of the cage and squeezing my balls lightly. "You've been such a good boy... I love you so much, honey, I think its time for you to have a really special night. I'm serious. I'll tell you what I'm going to do."
She sat up again. In the dim bedroom light I could see her smile warmly and genuinely. The ice queen had seemingly melted after her orgasm and my words of devotion.
"Here's what we'll do. I'm going to unlock your chastity belt. And then I'm going to let you cum. Twice. No, In fact, I'll let you cum as much as you can before midnight." I shuddered with joy at her words. She smiled. I looked at the clock and saw it was a little after 10:30.
"But then we are going to lock the cage back up and it will remained locked for another 3 weeks straight. No getting out even just for a little teasing session."
I thought about all the pressure being released. Spending 3 weeks in the cage after being thoroughly drained would be no problem.
"Or you can just choose to have a long night outside the cage but tied to the bed." She offered, "And yes, I will tease you until your brain melts."
"Oh baby, thank god. Yes!! Please unlock this thing. Please! I'll do anything. Oh god. Please let me cum tonight. I've had enough. Please."
Kelly laughed at the eagerness and anxiousness in my response. She was my girl again. She was being so loving. "Okay, okay....you got it. Hold on."
She disappeared out of the room and came back in with a tiny key on a silver chain. She used to wear it around her neck, but lately has felt that I was getting desperate enough to overpower her and forcibly take it. Now, as she brought it up to the locked cage, I just lay back and closed my eyes, waiting for the click of the lock and the relief of freedom.
I felt her hands on the cage and felt the lock pop open with a click. Oh my god. I really couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure I was going to be ready to put the thing back on after midnight, but I knew I had to cum now. And cum, and cum.
I opened my eyes and saw Kelly simply smiling and running her fingers over the cage, teasing my exposed balls and tickling the flesh of my cock through the bars. The lock lay open on the cage, but remained in position, the clasp of the brass lock still holding the cage together. Kelly made no move to remove it. I was helplessly held immobile by the ropes that bound me.
I imagined she was only enjoying my building suspense. I looked to her imploringly. She only smiled back at me. She raised her eyebrows as if asking if I had a question. Words failed me again and she started to giggle.
"There you go.....unlocked!" I couldn't believe it.
"You said you'd let me out! You said I could cum!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...." She chided. "Poor dumb boy. No. I said I would unlock your cage. And yes, dear, you have my permission to cum. Go ahead. Cum as much as you like! Or at least until midnight. Then I'll have to stop you and lock the lock back up for another 3 weeks." She smiled wickedly as she reminded me of the terms: "and no getting out even for a tease." Kelly sat up and moved away from me, her bright eyes laughing. I could see the wetness in her panties and a painful jolt pulsed through my balls. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Kelly got up and moved to the door. She looked back at me lying helpless on the bed. "I'll be back up in an hour or so to see how you're doing. Don't wear yourself out."
I lay still.
Danielle came over for dinner tonight. I served the women their meal and dessert and poured more wine whenever the glasses got half empty. They were on the second bottle when they moved into the living room.
I lit a fire and then turned to go clean up the kitchen and leave the girls to their talking and flirting. Kelly had told me that she wanted to kiss the sexy Danielle for the first time tonight and find out if the sexy fun feelings she held were mutual. As I had become more of a toy and a slave than a lover for Kelly, she had begun to seek out more sexual outlets to satisfy her. We both thought that the slinky co-worker would be fun for Kelly in bed. I looked forward to listening through the walls as the 2 romped in our bed tonight. I wondered if she was going to spend the night.
Every 10 minutes, I'd come back in to refresh the ladies' glasses. And each time I came in, they were sitting a little closer and touching a little more. I tried to only come in and out, to only serve the wine and retreat like a good little slave, but when I came in to find them kissing, I nearly fainted. I was frozen.
Kelly was on her back, her arms reaching around Danielle's small waist and exploring her tight bum and slim little thighs. In return, the brunette draped over my wife with her long hair and sexy body, her sexy kisses exploring Kelly's mouth and her full breasts lying heavily on my wife's heaving chest. The sight was the most erotic I could imagine. For a long time, now, I have not been my wife's equal. It was gratifying to see her explore and play with this sensual, sexual playmate. Even as it may have cemented my forfeiture of sexual contact with my wife, it was amazing to see her find a lover to fill the place I once I had.
I stood in stunned silence as the two women explored each other's bodies. They would giggle and whisper, then pinch and poke before getting back to the long, wet, kisses. They were a gorgeous couple.
Eventually, Danielle looked up and noticed me (I was nearly invisible to Kelly). She must have seen the pained but lusting look on my face and started laughing. Kelly looked over too and shared the joke, both girls caressing each other and relishing my frustration. I turned back to the kitchen.
"Poor boy." Danielle giggled.
"This is nothing." Kelly laughed. "This is the royal treatment as far as he's concerned!"
"I know, but it must hurt him to watch. Do you still have him locked in the cage?"
"Yup." Kelly stole a kiss and let her hand dive into Danielle's waistband.
"And he can't get hard?"
Kelly laughed a deep gleeful laugh. "Well, he tries....but it really hurts his dick. And it makes the cage pull on his balls. Its actually really fun to tease him while he's wearing the thing."
"Oooooohhh....REALLY? The harder he gets, the more it hurts?"
"Yeah. I've nearly crippled him just by walking by in a camisole and thong. You can make him cry with a lap dance!"
"Can we play with him?"
I had been standing frozen in the kitchen listening intently. Now I clattered plates and ran the faucet, trying to seem busy and unaware.
I heard Kelly's whistle. I could have pretended not to have heard it, and I wanted to. I could foresee a new world of humiliation coming my way. But the last time I failed to come when called bought me 5 hours of extreme discomfort. I dried my hands and stepped in. I tried to be calm and casual. I could see Kelly's fingers deep inside Danielle's pants. My wife's eyes were half-closed in pleasure as her playmate's were wide with sexual playfulness. Danielle told me to take off my clothes.
I instinctively looked to my wife. I could feel the color drain from my face. She gave me a look that I understood immediately. It told me I had a choice. I could either have my balls kicked in or I could do as I was told.
Standing in front of my wife and her new lover, naked except for the torturous device that locked up all my male power, was amazingly painful and embarrassing. I had a hard time holding eye contact and keeping my hands behind me. I wanted to curl up and die.
I could have predicted Danielle's next words. I knew what was coming.
"Come here...I wanna see."
I walked over to the couch and stood in front of the women. Danielle was curious and she turned her focus from Kelly to the kinky chastity device that had caused me to be enslaved. Kelly watched me and smiled, happy to let her friend see what she had done to her man - how she had broken and trained him.
Danielle made herself familiar with the fun cause and effect game of turning me on and then watching the humorous, painful reactions. With Kelly's assurance, she quickly became comfortable with teasing and taunting me as I stood before her, my body buckling and convulsing as she touched, caressed and squeezed me. She loved looking at the captive male organ. She told me it looked the way all cocks should...aching, dripping, swollen, pained, and completely enslaved by a woman.
I spent the next few hours on my knees, alternately teased and squeezed by the women and then forced to merely look on as they pursued pleasure together. The cage was crushing me, and each giggle from the sexy girls, each moan of pleasure, each curve of beautiful flesh sent me into a deeper well of pain and frustration. I couldn't look away. And I could do nothing to help myself. I was witness to the purest form of female pleasure and the most agonizing torment that a man could imagine. My head reeled. My body shook. The women came and came again.
Eventually, the two decided to head upstairs. I was told to finish up in the kitchen and then fall asleep in the guest room.
Which I did after listening intently as the two women enjoyed each other a room away. As I listened, and imagined, I clawed at the fucking cage and massaged my balls, trying desperately to find enough stimulation to masturbate. I got close. But it wasn't going to happen. I tossed and turned. I pulled the pillows over my head to drown out the sounds of laughing and cumming. It was a long night. I finally fell asleep sometime after they did.
Kelly turned Danielle on to the pleasures of ballbusting today. They kept me tied up on the floor while they got drunk and played cruel games, most of them involving my bound testicles and an inventory of heavy boots and shoes. Of course, I was made to give them countless orgasms with my mouth, which I loved. But the two seemed to be more focused on fun ways to brutalize me then on cumming.
Their favorite game consisted of taking me out of the cage and cock-teasing me endlessly while I bucked and writhed on the floor. After a good 45 minutes of dangling me on the edge, they began their amusing little pastime.
In her skimpiest little thong, Kelly would stand in front of me but facing away. She would dance and grind within inches of my face (I was kneeling), and alternately reach down and stroke my oiled cock.
In no time, I was a blathering, begging idiot. Her ass was killing me and all I needed in this world was to worship and adore it. I needed to press my mouth against her perfect curves, into her soft flesh. The only condition was a doozy.
Danielle relished the role of ballbuster. "Go ahead, stud. Kiss your wife. Hard to resist isn't it?" she smiled at my twisted look and trembling lip. I wanted to. "It only costs you a kick in the balls!! What a bargain! Shit, take 2! Or 3!!"
Both the girls laughed at my situation. They knew they had me. I'm helpless against the wicked beauty of my wife's hiney. It was only a matter of time. I tried to hold out though as Kelly teased me with a close-up grind and Danielle stroked my straining, eager cock. I tried to wet my lips. I reached in and licked and kissed the dreamy soft flesh. I worked my way quickly in towards the center of her ass.
Before I could get there, Danielle's foot had found its target. She liked to kick barefoot and I felt delicate arch find its mark from behind. As I fell, she gave me another and another.
I rolled on the ground as the girls giggled and played. I heard an ass get slapped.
For the next round, I was lured into Danielle's gorgeous ass as Kelly did the honors. Then back and forth. The girls passed an entertaining day. I couldn't walk for 3 hours.
Danielle and Kelly led the muscled black man in by each hand. They were still wearing their lingerie and heels, but the man was naked and hard as a rock. Kelly playfully grabbed his big cock and led him over to the bed.
They had treated him to a striptease downstairs. I had heard the music and the laughing, the drinking and the kissing as I knelt alone here in the middle of the room. For over 2 hours, I had been here, my hands tied behind my back with a thin cord running down between my ass cheeks, painfully pulling my balls up behind me. As my goddesses had come upstairs, my cock had started to inflate and now as I saw them, gorgeous and sexy with their boy-toy for the evening, my cock was standing at full attention. My knees ached. My mouth ached from the gag. But mostly my balls, perpetually full since my last orgasm 8 months ago, felt as though they were being squeezed in a vice.
From my place on the ground, I couldn't see the man on the bed. I just saw his feet on the end, splayed out. He was lying on his back waiting for these two to give him his prize. Danielle and Kelly stalked around the end of the bed, teasing the man a little more with slow grinds, a few shared kisses, and lingering girl-girl caresses and petting. I must have been invisible.
I was about 8 feet behind the girls, helplessly staring at the tiny panties and tantalizing, torturous curves. As they bent over the bed to stroke the lucky lover, I was treated to painful views that tore at my heart, my cock. The fucker didn't know what he had. What pleasures he was going to receive. My balls boiled and I felt faint.
This was our routine now. The girls amused themselves with a different guy every couple of nights. They would shower him with feminine charms and make him feel like a lottery winner. They would love on each other, and then take turns on him, wearing him out and sending him home in the morning, grinning and limping.
And always, always, I was made to watch. The girls loved allowing me an up-close view of what I could never have. They'd let me witness first hand another man's unspeakable pleasures while suffering an endless onslaught of sexual torments and denial. They loved it. They laughed girlishly and teasingly, often mocking me for the pathetic puppy I had let myself become. They loved dreaming up new and entertaining ways to dominate me, to ruin my will.
As I watched the four most gorgeous legs I had ever known, the 2 most beautiful asses grind and sway in front of me, I felt myself losing my grip. A man can only take so much. I wanted my wife back...I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to apologize for whatever it was that made me deserve this, and I wanted to be her man. I wanted to just sit with her and share a cup of tea and massage her feet as we talk about sweet nothings. Watching her now was truly hurting my soul. She was blind to me, blind to my pain. And here she was playfully enjoying her woman lover, the temptress who had come into our bedroom and who holds equal responsibility for my endless days and nights of torment. I watched her dance and turn. I imagined her smiling down on the man on the bed, giving him the sweet promise of a night to remember.
Perhaps she knew she was breaking my heart. Perhaps she knew the lovely view of her body, regardless of how unintentional, was further grinding away at my sanity, further mocking my uselessness as a man. Perhaps there was a warm little place inside her that continued to grin and giggle at the hardship she was causing me as I knelt helpless, tied, and in agony. Or maybe I was truly forgotten. My torture was now maybe a mere after thought. Perhaps, any day, I'd be discarded and forgotten like these men are in the morning.
I needed to reach her. I wanted her like never before. As broken, as ridiculous as I was, I wanted her to find me...to recognize me underneath this pathetic slave. I saw Danielle climb on to the bed as Kelly watched. I needed my wife to see me...to recognize at least that I was there. Was I so insignificant that I wasn't even to be noticed?
I tried to shout, to scream, but the cruel gag cut off everything. A mere whisper escaped that I barely heard. Kelly didn't turn. The music from the stereo downstairs easily drowned out my lame attempt. I screamed again.
I toppled over, having to balance on my head and my knees like a tripod in order to recover. I pulled myself back up. God. Kelly was crawling up onto the bed. Her stockings, the lacy thong, her bewildering, taunting ass paralyzed my mind. So close. So far.
I squealed again into the gag. I saw Danielle crawl over onto the man and Kelly stiffen. She pulled herself back to the edge of the bed. Her hand caressed Danielle's ass and thigh as she watched the kissing and fondling start. I screamed again into the gag and managed to make a noise. Kelly stepped back off the bed and turned around to face me.
My heart skipped a beat. I began to sweat all over. She was breathtaking in her lacy things, her tousled hair. Her eyes were smiling and cruel and she faced me with a victorious, flaunting smirk. I suddenly became very very nervous.
Those long legs, and the evil high heels slowly paced toward me from the laughter and sex that was happening on the bed. Kelly had one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh. She appraised me with some amusement, some pity, some disgust.
She stepped right up to me, letting me breath in her power and fragrance. I felt dizzy, drunk. I breathed deeply. God, it had been so long since I had touched, possessed even the smallest part of her. Breathing her scent seemed like a luxury. I was getting high on it. My eyes were closed.
When I felt her fingers wrap around my cock, my eyes shot wide open. She was smiling at me as her fingers began to move up and back. Within seconds I was dripping precum and soon after convulsing and twitching. She ran her nails up and down my shaft and all around my thighs. She reached back between my legs to feel where my balls were. She made a sweet sound of pity as she smiled at me.
"Awwwwww.....poor danny feeling left out?" she teased.
"Big ol' Blake is getting all the loving that used to be danny's, and I don't think danny likes it, humm?" God she was gorgeous. My dream girl. I wanted nothing more than to please her now...somehow. I wanted to pleasure her. Fuck, I was so helpless.
"I think maybe we should give the captain a little bit of oil. Maybe that would make little bonerboy feel better, hmm? Stand up, bonerboy."
I did. My knees nearly gave out, but I stood up. My God she was beautiful. I've never been so full of love for this woman. She swayed slowly back and forth in front of me, looking me sweetly in the eye and melting me into a puddle. I struggled to somehow straighten my arms, to ease the pulling on my aching balls, but that thin bungee had been tied too tight. I stood, legs spread wide, trying to ignore the pain and feast on the beautiful vision before me.
Behind Kelly, Danielle was sitting up on her toy and letting him play with her breasts. I could see her reaching behind to grip the man's huge cock and balls. Even using both her hands, the man flopped and rolled loose, too big to be managed. I imagined my wife taking her turn tonight and my heart broke a little further. Fuck this gag. I wish I could talk to her, beg.
Turning back to Kelly I could see she had spread some oil on her hands and was warming it up. With her in her heels, and me with my legs spread, she stood an inch or two taller than me. As she stepped close, her eyes looked coolly into mine. I held her gaze, but my surrender was obvious. She was looking through me. She had broken me. This path she had led me down was effective, real, and complete. I was now a broken man, fit only to receive whatever abuse she felt like dealing out. In her eyes I could see this. She had won. And she had loved it. She was going to continue winning. She was going to make me a smaller and smaller part of her life.
When her fingers wrapped around my cock, I very nearly passed out. My legs buckled and my vision went out, but I managed to stay standing. I lost control of my body and felt shivers and convulsions run through me. Babble flowed from my lips, intercepted by the gag. I opened my eyes to see Kelly smiling and giggling.
"Oooohh...that must be the right spot! Easy boy...easy. Don't pass out on me yet! We've got a long night ahead of us. Don't you want to see me fuck that big beautiful man over there?" her words were playful and lilting, but they were for real. I knew she would take that man into her and fuck him silly. Another stake through my heart. I shook my head no. Funny noises came out through the gag.
Kelly continued to stroke my cock, rubbing the free flowing pre-cum all around my bursting shaft, moving so slowly as to only dangle me at the edge of relief.
"No? No sex for me?" she asked with comical arched eyebrows. "You don't think I could use a big hard cock inside me tonight? I do!"
I screamed uselessly into the gag. I thrust my cock into her hand, my mind clinging to the lost hope that she would ever let me fuck her again. She laughed.
"Oh bonerboy, you're funny." She teased. "Don't be silly. You know you don't deserve anything like that. I'm not going to use your useless cock. You don't get to have sex with me anymore, do you?"
I refused to respond. It was true. She had cut me off after she and Danielle had started sharing a bed. And for the last couple months, there had been a stream of male lovers she had taken to satisfy her need for cock. I was there merely for oral servitude and for amusement.
"You would like to, though, huh?" she smiled.
I nodded yes. The sensation on my cock, her warm slippery fingers, dissolved me into a puddle.
"That would be nice...sliding poor pathetic captain back into my warm wet pussy...would you like that? Holding me down? Kissing my neck..."
Kelly stepped in close so that I could smell her. I'd steal a kiss if my mouth weren't covered in duct tape. I could only stand there, teetering on the edge of insanity, on the edge of relief, my balls pounding, my head reeling. I nodded slowly.
"Yeah....just like old times, huh....fucking your wife...getting what you need. Remember that? Remember back when we cared about what you got?" She smiled broadly. She gave me five full strokes, quickly shocking me towards the release of orgasm, but then stopped. Her hands came off me. She still stood close, sweetly smiling while I bucked and shook, sweating like a pig and huffing heavily through my nose. After all this time doing without, I could actually feel my balls start to pump and the long awaited orgasm climb up through the length of my cock. But it was stalling there. I needed just a touch...just a whisper...anything from her. I bucked madly but she simply stood there smiling. I needed it to stop. I was losing my mind with frustration. I felt tears streaming down my face.
The missed orgasm slowly began to fade. But Kelly put her hands back on me and restarted her little game of give and take. She spent another 10 minutes dangling me on the edge while Danielle sucked "Blake's" cock on the bed. She would tease me in small ways as I struggled, or she would quietly watch as my reality and frustration drove through me. I was in hell. And Kelly loved to watch me suffer.
I didn't understand what she meant when she spoke again.
"You gonna miss me?"
I blinked dumbly.
She stroked me slowly but explained that she was going to go over and get fucked by a real man. I was crying shamelessly, but she simply returned my look with one of cool and calm as her fingertips shredded my sanity. She slowly pulled her fingers down the length of my cock and let them slip off the tip. I felt as though my power had just been shut off. I struggled to keep standing.
"But I've got a parting gift for you, honey." She whispered. "Something to help you think of me while I'm in the arms of another man."
I looked up at her, my vision blurry with the tears of frustration and pain. Kelly stepped very close to me, I felt her leg move in between mine.
She gave me a last curious look. She then smoothly ripped her knee up hard between my legs and slammed my strapped balls against the bones of my pelvis. I went down like a shot, the pain blasting outward from my groin like an explosion. I was curled up on the ground, frantic for air, fighting the urge to vomit into the gag. I struggled to open my eyes and saw that I was at Kelly's feet, one of her sexy heels just inches from my face. I could do nothing but fight for air and consciousness. I had never felt more blinding pain.
Kelly stood over me for a moment longer. Insanely, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to show her how much I adored her. I struggled toward her foot, trying to reach it with my mouth, gagged as I was. It made no sense. I was beyond pathetic. But somehow, kissing the sexiness of her foot in that shoe was the most important thing in my life. I managed to move another couple of inches before the recurring waves of pain paralyzed me. I closed my eyes against it and fought another battle to stay conscious.
When I opened my eyes again, I could see Kelly's feet leaving the floor and stepping up onto the bed. She was gone.
I must have passed out.
I awoke to the sound of my wife getting fucked by a very powerful lover. She was shrieking and swearing, moaning and writhing on the bed. I could hear his body moving heavily over her and heard his occasional moans and grunts. She kept screaming "yes".
I looked over only to see her hair hanging over the edge of the bed, bouncing up and down in time with her moaning. I tried to lift my head up to see more, but my view became blocked by another pair of sexy feet in heels. I became scared. Danielle was standing over me.
"Wakey, wakey boy...you're missing the show." She drawled cruelly.
I tried to move but couldn't. My hands were still tied behind me and I still felt the cruel pinch of the cinching cord around my balls. I tried again to summon more strength, but failed.
"You wouldn't believe how many times I've come tonight!!! And you've missed it! You really shouldn't pass out like that, deary, you know how you like to watch me cum."
I saw her feet step around behind me. I tried to look up to see my wife getting fucked, but my damp hair blocked my view. I tried to blink it out of the way.
"And now you're missing your wife's turn! Don't you want to get up and watch?"
I felt the sole of her shoe press down on my balls. She was stepping between my ass cheeks from behind as I lay there and nailing my nuts to the floor. I screamed into the gag and heard Danielle laugh at the sound that escaped. She began to put more pressure on me and twist her foot back and forth like she was putting out a cigarette. I could hear Kelly begin her long orgasm. I wondered which one this was for her before the pain erased all thoughts from my head.
Through the fog of pain, I heard Kelly's strained voice, hoarse and broken as she came on her lover. She was looking to Danielle and begging her...
"FLATTEN HIM!! FLATTEN HIM!!"
I heard my wife scream in ecstasy, and heard Danielle chuckle before I lost consciousness.
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