Dom-Wife

by Powerone

SIZZLER EDITIONS

ISBN 9781615089819
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Copyright 2015 Powerone
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A Renaissance E Books publication


From bestselling BDSM author, Powerone, comes his the first twisted tale of Fem-Dom BDSM as only Powerone can tell it. Michelle is beautiful but attracts the wrong type of man, wanting only to bed her and move onto the next conquest. Lester, an accountant, is attractive but nerdish. They are unexpectedly drawn together. After a year of marriage, Michelle finds Lester uninspiring in the bedroom.

But, during an unanticipated game of strip poker Michelle discovers that she possesses a knack for domination. Lester is successful in business, a man that all look up to for inspiration and leadership, but can he find pleasure in submission to his wife in bed? Lester finds himself in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain far beyond his expectations. Michelle’s imagination is only exceeded by her harshness. Will Michelle push Lester too far? Or will Lester continue down the road of sexual enslavement by his wife?


CONTENTS



Chapter 1: Strip Poker to Spice Up Their Sex Life

Chapter 2: Bound by His Wife

Chapter 3: Pleasure and Pain

Chapter 4: Bound and Tormented

Chapter 5:Punishment Gloves

Epilogue





Chapter 1


Strip Poker to Spice Up Their Sex Life


Lester couldn’t believe his luck when he first met Michelle. He was in the bar with some of his coworkers, and she came in with three other women. All the men stopped and stared at them, they were that exceptional. Lester couldn’t take his eyes off her even though he knew he didn’t stand a chance with her. She looked like one of those cheerleaders that only dated the captain of the football team, and he didn’t even know how to play football.

Somehow, as if the gods from above shined on him, he met her at the bar when her girlfriends went to dance with some guys. His voice was dry when he asked her if she wanted a drink, but his heart melted when she looked at him with those big blue eyes and her luscious lips smiled at him as if he was the only man on the earth. She said yes. From then on, it was a blur that consumed his life for the next year.

Michelle had it with all the handsome, sexy men that only wanted to get her into bed. She slept with so many of them and none of them stayed around very long. They were always onto the next conquest, only wanting to get what was dangled in front of them, and then, the lure of the hunt was gone. They’d move on to a new challenge and another notch in their bedpost.

At twenty-four, most of her friends were married by now. She wasn’t even dating anyone steady. Tonight, she’d change her life. She’d look for a man that wasn’t the most handsome, the most muscular, or the most athletic. She had to get her life in order. Starting tonight, she would find an intelligent, caring man that was interested in her, not just her body. She was surprised it happened so fast. One minute, her friends were off dancing, the next, a man asked her if she wanted a drink. She looked at him, only about an inch taller than she was, and she wasn’t tall. He wore black glasses that looked like they had been there for years. He wasn’t handsome, but he was attractive. His voice was soft and unimposing when he talked to her. She accepted the drink and sat at the bar while she learned about him. He was an accountant for a large company nearby. He was having a drink with his coworkers after work. He graduated four years ago, and he sounded successful, Manager of General Accounting he stated, though she wasn’t sure exactly what that was. He wasn’t married and had a condo not far from there in a good neighborhood. She even found out he drove a late model BMW. He dressed nicely and was clean-shaven.

Lester couldn’t believe that she was interested in him, but she asked so many questions about him, he had a hard time asking his own questions about her. She was beautiful, blonde hair below her neck, a smooth complexion with big red lips and blue eyes. She had a nice figure, though he had to sneak looks so he didn’t look like a pervert that was only interested in getting her into bed. She had graduated from college the year before he did, so she was probably a year older than he was. She sold real estate, which boomed at the present time, and from the way she dressed, she did well at it. She was intelligent, though she was more outspoken, more of an extrovert. Lester was more of an introvert.

* * * *

Lester asked her to marry him within a year, though it was more her idea than his. They picked out the engagement ring before he asked her, but he tried to make it as romantic as possible even though they both knew the outcome. He didn’t care how it happened; he was glad that he found someone like her.

Two months later, they got married. The wedding wasn’t large, Lester had more coworkers than friends, and Michelle kept her side down so as not to overwhelm the wedding. Lester knew most of her friends. She often went out with them or they came over to her house.

They moved into his condo after the honeymoon. All during that year they dated, they never had sex. They kissed and made out, but Michelle never let him go too far, and he never pushed it. He did a lot of masturbating that year. He hoped she did, too.

The honeymoon was everything and more than Lester expected. While he wasn’t a virgin, the number of women he slept with could be put on the fingers of one hand, but they were nothing like Michelle. She took charge that night, and Lester didn’t even care. He had her naked in bed with him and that was enough. It was the most explosive orgasm he ever had, and it sounded like Michelle had the same experience.

For the first three months, Michelle redid Lester’s condo until it was theirs. She bought new furniture, had it painted, and the floors changed. It might be theirs now, but it was all her in it. She didn’t ask Lester much for his opinion, and he seemed to be okay with that. His work was doing exceedingly well, his boss loved him and he moved up the corporate ladder at a fast pace. He might not be the handsome football captain, but he was becoming the captain of industry. He was everything that she had wished for.

* * * *

A year after the wedding, Lester was the controller of the company he worked at. Michelle still sold real estate, but the market turned sour, and there were more agents than properties being bought. The good thing was that Lester made so much money that she didn’t have to work and he didn’t seem to mind. She kept one foot in the business just to occupy parts of her day and get her out of the house.

Michelle grew desperate after a year. She got what she wanted, but she missed what she had. Lester was never good in bed, from the honeymoon to the present time. He was kind and gentle, but their sex life was boring and unimaginative. It got so bad for Michelle that she shut him off, only giving him sex once a month to keep him satisfied. He never complained, and Michelle took to using sex toys to satisfy herself. She used them so often, she started hosting sex-toy shows at home to her friends, and she found many of them interested. Maybe they weren’t happy in bed either. Maybe all married couples fell into the time where they lost interest in sex. Michelle wasn’t about to let that happen. She didn’t want to lose Lester, but she wasn’t about to give up on sex.

She finally decided that if Lester wouldn’t be imaginative, she’d do it for both of them. It was Friday, and they had the weekend off. They had nothing planned, but Michelle did. She’d give Lester tonight off, but tomorrow night; she’d go to work on her plan.

* * * *

On Saturday, Lester was optimistic that he might get sex tonight. Michelle acted strange. She was overly nice and attentive. She made a nice dinner, not that she didn’t cook other times, but she took special attention with dinner that night; she made his favorite. They even had a bottle of wine with dinner. Lester wasn’t much of a drinker, but he hoped it might loosen up Michelle enough tonight so he could have his monthly sex. He never mentioned it to anyone else, but he knew it wasn’t normal, but he was happy with Michelle and lucky to have her. Even if it was only once a month.

They drank the bottle of wine before they got up from the table, and Michelle made sure that Lester’s glass was always filled. She could see that his eyes were slightly glazed over from the half bottle of wine he drank.

Lester was surprised when they got up and cleared the table and heard her words.

“Let’s go into the bedroom.” Michelle said to him in a sexy voice.

“Okay,” he said, but he stumbled and almost fell. Was it was the wine or the invitation for sex from Michelle that startled me? It was early in the evening. They usually had sex when they went to bed. This was something new.

The bed was still made when they went into their room. He turned to see Michelle with a deck of cards in her hands. His heart sank at the thought of his vision of sex vanished.

“Do you want to play cards, Lester?”

“Yeah, I guess. We haven’t played in a long time.” He couldn’t put his heart in his words.

“How about upping the ante, Lester? How about strip poker?” She saw him look up with big eyes.

“Did you say strip poker?” Did she really say that? That could lead to sex if he played his cards right or wrong. He wasn’t very good at poker, but Michelle was and that might be a good thing if he lost. He loved it when her hands touched him.

“Yes, just like regular poker, but you play with a piece of clothes. You have to take one off if you lose. The loser is the first one totally naked.” Michelle smiled sexily as she said it.

“I know how to play strip poker, I just wasn’t sure that is what you said. I’d love to. I’m going to whip your ass and get you naked,” he proudly proclaimed, even though he didn’t believe it himself. Just the thought of both of them naked on the bed got his cock hard.

They both sat on the bed and Michelle opened the new deck of cards. She played cards well. She’d learned when she first started selling real estate and had to stay at open houses that were empty most of the time.

He watched the way she shuffled, not the fumbling he did to mix up the cards. She did it as a pro.

She dealt the cards. “Five card draw with deuces wild.” She picked the easiest game for Lester.

The first hand Lester got three fours on the deal. He’d never been that lucky before, and he didn’t want to be now. He threw a pair of fours away. “Draw two.”

Michelle drew three cards and ended up with three sevens. She thought Lester suddenly got good at it until he revealed his hand. A pair of eights. “Three sevens, you lose. Take off your shirt.”

Lester tried to look disappointed that he didn’t win, but he took off his shirt quickly so they could play the next hand.

Lester lost four out of the next five hands. He made sure that Michelle lost at least one and she had to sit in her bra, but he almost lost that one even without trying. The other hands he worked hard at losing. He never had so much good luck when he didn’t want it. He took off both shoes and both socks until he was down to his pants and shorts.

Michelle was doing really well or there was something else happening. Lester wasn’t good at cards, but this was the simplest game of poker. He should have won more than one game by sheer chance. She’d find out this hand. She dealt the cards and she tried to hide her surprise when she got four queens on the deal. She should be ecstatic, but instead she shrugged and threw away three cards, including two queens.

Lester looked at his cards. He had the seven, eight, nine, and ten along with a three. Should I draw one card and hope I didn’t get a six or jack? If he did, he’d win. Michelle took three cards so she only had a pair at best. Before this hand, Michelle brought another bottle of wine in, and he took a big sip from his glass. He threw away the eight, nine, and ten. “Three please. Make them good, I need to win this one,” but his nervousness sounded in his voice.

Michelle picked up her cards. She got two jacks, so she had two pairs. “Jacks and queens.” She laid her cards down.

Lester was almost afraid to look. He got a deuce, an ace, and a jack. He wasn’t sure which one came first. If it were the jack, he would have had a straight. Instead, he had a pair of jacks with the wild card. “Damn, I thought I won with a pair of aces.” He threw the cards down as if he was mad.

“Get up and take off your pants, Lester. Let me see what you’ve got.” Michelle tried to sound upbeat that she’d won, but this was too easy. Lester was too easy. Was he losing on purpose? She watched as he took off his pants and stood there in his boxer briefs that she bought for him. She didn’t like baggy boxers. She bought them a size too small so that they clung to him. He never complained.

He sat back down. “I hope I don’t lose the next one.” He tried to sound convincing.

“I’ll give you a break, Lester. I’ll give you a second chance. If you lose the next one, instead of taking off your boxer briefs, I’ll goose your balls ten times.” She saw the look in his eyes, a dead giveaway.

He couldn’t believe his luck. Before he’d get naked, he’d feel her hands on him, not his cock, but close enough. He could almost feel them touch him. “Okay, since I’m not going to lose anyway. My lucks going to change. You’ll be down to your panties before you know it.”

Michelle dealt the cards. For the first time, she got a lousy hand, not even a pair among them and she didn’t have a chance for a straight or a flush. She saw the puzzled look on Lester’s face. He got something good that he didn’t want. She didn’t say how many cards she would take first. She’d wait for him, and she wouldn’t give him a chance to know what she held. “How many, Lester?”

He looked at the straight in his hand, from nine to king. He threw away the nine and the king. “Two.”

Michelle threw down four cards and showed him the ace. “Four.”

Lester prayed that he wouldn’t get a pair as he looked at each card. The last card was the killer. He had drawn a queen. He had a pair of queens, pretty high for a pair, especially when Michelle drew four cards. He thought he might have to lie and throw them away, but he feared that she might look at his hand. He prayed that she was luckier than he was. He held his breath as he showed his hand. “Pair of queens.”

She slowly picked up each card to drive Lester crazy. It was the last card that did it. It was an ace. “Too bad, Lester. Pair of aces.”

“You’re damn lucky to draw that ace,” he tried to sound convincing, but he couldn’t keep his cock from jerking uncontrollably at the thought of her hands on his balls. He hoped that she wouldn’t stop once she goosed him ten times. He hoped she’d stroke his cock and forget about the card game.

“Lay down on the bed, Lester. You lose, and now, it’s time for your punishment.”

She said it with an evil tone in her voice, and the word punishment disturbed him. He thought she’d caress his balls and make his cock harder. Now, she said it was punishment. It was too late to change his mind since he’d already lost. He’d have to take whatever came about. He lay down on the bed as she got to her knees.

“Spread your legs, Lester, so I can get between them. I want to get a good grip on your balls.”

It sounded worse, but Lester spread his legs. She kneeled between them, just as he did when she spread hers for him to fuck her. No matter how much fear he felt, he couldn’t deny that his cock was rock hard and much bigger than it ever had been. This excited him beyond his expectations. “AAAAWWWW!” Her hand was gentle as she gripped his balls; it was the shock of the first touch that sent his body quivering and making his cock jump.

“You hold still and put your hands over your head. I don’t want you to move them until you’ve had the ten. Don’t close your legs no matter how much it hurts. If you disobey, it’ll be ten more each time you do. Do you understand, Lester?”

He put his hands over his head as she ordered. He braced himself, not wanting ten more or maybe he did. Her hand gripped his balls loosely, her fingers didn’t move, but it was the most delightful feeling he’d ever felt.

“I said, do you understand, Lester? Answer me or it’ll be worse.” Her voice became demanding, and she liked that. She saw Lester’s cock quiver beneath his shorts as though it tried to break free.

“Yes,” he answered quickly, afraid she’d get mad and stop the game.

She moved her fingers around, to push her sharp fingernails into the soft skin where his legs met his torso, another finger at the base of his cock and two more below the hang of his balls. She began to tighten her fingers so she could find his balls. The more she tightened; the less chance they could hide from her. Soon, she had them trapped in the palm of her hand. “You ready, Lester? Now, don’t move a muscle or I’ll rip your balls off,” she warned him with a demanding voice.

His cock wouldn’t stop moving as her fingers moved on his balls as though she inspected him intimately. She chased around his balls until she had them trapped. He felt her fingernails push into his skin in spite of his shorts in the way. “Yes,” but he grew nervous at the same time he was so excited.

“OOOOOWWWWWW!” Lester struggled not to close his legs, and his hands clenched into painful fists when she goosed him. It wasn’t anything like he expected. Instead of a gentle caress or clench, his balls were trapped in the palm of her hand and his stomach turned in pain. Her fingernails dug into his flesh like knives, and she twisted her hand so the nails ripped his flesh. He was sure that he was bleeding, and his balls felt like they were bruised, but she finally released them from the painful grip.

“Count them for me, Lester.”

How could I take ten of those? He ached between his legs, but his cock felt like it would tear through his shorts; it was so hard and pointed. It bounced around so much; Lester was unable to control it. He was torn, his balls ached, but his cock wanted more. “One.”

“Let me get a better grip this time, Lester. Do you like my fingernails, Lester? I can feel them sink into your flesh. I’m going to make sure that it goes deep into your cock this time. I’ll see if it still twitches after that.”

Lester didn’t say a word as her hand and fingers moved. He felt two fingers run around the base of his cock with such pleasure, and then, they found the soft, vulnerable flesh at the base of his cock. She pressed harder into the base of the shaft until it felt like the nails punctured his flesh. Her other hand grabbed his ball sack and pulled out until his balls were trapped in her palm. She closed her hand slowly. Her fingernails dug into his flesh once again, and he waited for the pain. Yet, his cock danced in front of her hand as if he asked for her to squeeze his balls as hard as she could. He looked at her, and she had an evil glint on her face. Her lips curled into a smirk as he waited, his balls in her hands.

“OOOOOOOWWWWWW!” It hurt worse this time; she squeezed harder, but she also twisted her hand at the same time. It felt like she tried to yank his balls off and her fingernails ripped into his flesh. His fingers dug into his palms in pain, but he never put his arms down to protect himself, and his legs were still spread as he offered up his balls, for punishment, as she said. Then, he remembered. “Two.”

Michelle enjoyed this much more than she expected. Her pussy got wet, but she didn’t want his cock in her. She wanted to abuse him. It gave her such power she never knew before. She liked it. She didn’t wait or warn him, she goosed him harder; her fingers tore and twisted his balls as if she wanted to rip them off.

“OOOOOOWWWWW!” She did it so suddenly, and he wasn’t ready. It felt like his balls were bruised, and he felt a wetness beneath his shorts, sure that he bled where her fingernails had ripped his flesh. “Three,” he said quickly because the words were barely out before she goosed him again.

He screamed six more times. Each time, her fingernails found new spots to rip with the sharp tip of her fingers. His balls couldn’t escape her fingers as she trapped them. He counted out each time, each time the pain was just as bad, but as soon as she released his balls, his cock jerked in unexplainable desire and the pain was gone. He counted each one, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine. There was only one left.

“I got something special for you this time, Lester. Close your eyes and be prepared.” His cock never stopped moving, and his shorts had a big wet spot where his cum had leaked out prematurely. He’d screamed in pain, but his cock spewed his cum in pleasure. Had she found his weakness?

Lester didn’t know why he closed his eyes, but his cock grew more excited at the loss of his vision, as if it expected something new and more exciting. Michelle drew her hand away from his balls, and he felt the disappointment. He waited; the anticipation was too much to bear.

Before Michelle pulled her hand away from his balls, she arranged them perfectly so they hung down between his legs. “Spread your legs wider, Lester.” He did it without opening his eyes. With his legs spread wider, his balls hung down farther, leaving them vulnerable. She waited and let the anxiety run through his body before she did it. She swung one hand and hit his balls with the palm of it with a loud thud that pushed his balls into his body until they couldn’t go any farther. Then, they had no choice but to be crushed beneath her powerful hand. His shrill cry filled the room, and she thought that the neighbors might complain but the way his eyes opened up and it was priceless when she saw the pain in them.

She slapped his balls too hard, feeling like she ruptured him as she smashed them into his body. Her hand grabbed them, and he felt relief, they ached, but that was all. The pain was immense, but it left as quickly as it came, and her hand that loosely handled his balls made it all better. “Ten.”

“You ready to continue playing, Lester, or are you afraid of being beaten by a woman.” She challenged him and knew he wouldn’t resist.

He sat up and looked down at his balls, but all he saw was his cock. It was so long that it almost popped out the top of his shorts. He needed to cum, and he wouldn’t do it himself tonight. Michelle would do it one way or another. “Yes, I’ll beat you now.”

Michelle dealt the cards and smirked when she saw the three nines. Lester took three cards. Was he trying to win? Was that all he could take? She’d be disappointed if the game was over. She enjoyed it too much to stop now. He had unleashed something new in her that she planned to explore, and she needed Lester to do it.

Lester took a deep breath and had to make a big decision. He had two pairs, fours and eights along with a nine. Should I play to win and lose out the chance that Michelle might do more for me than give me a quick fuck? Or should he throw away the pair, lose my shorts and hope for more? “Three,” as he threw away the pair eights. He picked up the cards and he still only had one pair.

“Two” and she drew a pair of jacks to go with the three nines. She knew she had him beat, and she suspected that he had more than a pair to start with. He wanted to lose, and she wanted to win. “Full house, nines over jacks,” she giggled happily.

“Pair of nines. Damn,” but he already stood up and took off his shorts. He stood in front of Michelle naked, while she’d only lost her blouse. But it was different, Lester was embarrassed to be naked in front of her as if she was a stranger that beat him at poker and forced him to strip naked for her.

“My, my, Lester, your cock is very hard. What do you say we play another hand?”

“I don’t have anything else to lose.”

“How about another ten gooses, but naked, you’ll be more vulnerable and I’ll get better at it?”

He’d have to lie down and spread his naked legs for her and wait for her to punish his balls, but his cock would be free and he hoped that she might pay attention to it. “Okay,” but his bravado was gone. He’d lose he knew that.

Michelle dealt the cards, and they both put them into their hands, but it was a matter of a formality now. Michelle would win and Lester would lose. Michelle could throw her whole hand away and she was sure she’d still win. But she didn’t. She wanted him to think he was convincing. It was over quickly, Michelle had won.

“Lie down and spread for me.” She loved saying those words to him and ordering him to prepare for her to punish him sexually.

Lester struggled not to stroke his cock as he lay down and spread his legs until his balls hung down between them, but his cock stood up like a spear, and he couldn’t control the contractions on it. He put his hands over his head just like last time. Just the way she wanted it.

“This time, I’ll use two hands to grab your balls, Lester. Hard and tight. I’m going to crush those two little balls that float around inside your sack.” Her hands went to work.

Lester struggled to contain the moan of pleasure when he felt two soft hands grab his ball sack and heft it up. Her index fingers moved along his sack as they located his twin balls, one on each side, and then, her fingernails dug into his flesh as if she tried to nail them to his body. He loved the way her thumbs rolled over the base of his cock as he finally got to feel her touch as she pushed her fingernail into the base. He waited for the pain and then the pleasure. He didn’t have to wait long.

“OOOOWWWWW!” She twisted and yanked on his balls and cock as though she tried to tear them from his body. She released the firm grip but then tightened again as he shrieked in pain. By the sixth time, he no longer screamed, though his painful moans could be heard.

Lester was sure that she did it more than ten times, but he didn’t say anything, suffering under the pain and pleasure, anything to feel her touch on his cock. When she finished, she got off the bed and took off her clothes. He watched her with rapt attention and he hoped that his cock would get its pleasure.

“Slide down the bed, farther down,” she ordered him as she felt her pussy grow wet. “That’s good. Keep your hands over your head and don’t move until I tell you.”

He watched as she put her knees on each side of his head, and then, she lowered her pussy down onto his face. He saw how wet she was and knew that what she did to him excited her. He was glad and hoped that she might do it again in the future, but now, he knew that his mouth would be put to use. He had eaten her pussy before, but he’d always been the aggressor. This time, she’d make him perform for her. He’d have to do whatever she said.

“Start licking and make it good.” She lowered her pussy onto his mouth and felt his tongue begin to give her the pleasure she wanted. “Yes, like that, keep it up, Lester, you’re doing a good job,” she encouraged him as if he was her sex slave.

Her leaking cum covered his face as he continued to lick her pussy. His tongue got tired, but when he slowed down, she reached behind her and found his balls dangling between his spread his legs. She goosed him and that encouraged him to lick faster. She goosed him a half-dozen times, and it inspired him, but he always found himself slacking off so he could feel the touch of her harsh hands abuse his balls. She finally came on his face, and he never saw her come like this before. She came like a man, and it flooded his lips and tongue. She came for a long time all while his tongue was required to continue to pleasure her. When she finished, he hoped that he would get his pleasure, but she said something different.

“Lick my ass, Lester. I want to feel your tongue on my ass hole.” She gripped his balls and squeezed them. “Or I’ll rip your balls off.”

It was such a perverse thing she required of him, but with his balls trapped in her hand, he had no choice. His tongue lapped at her tart, little hole, and he could feel the way her muscles began to spasm from the unnatural touch. She made him do it for a long time before she finally got off him. He hoped it was his turn now.

“I want you to jerk off, and while you’re doing it, I’ll play with your balls. Go to work, Lester, show me what you can do.”

This wasn’t what he wanted; he wanted her hands to do it, but the minute she grabbed his balls, he found that it wasn’t that bad. She began to milk them, and he felt the pleasure race up from his balls to his cock the moment he began to stroke the shaft.

Michelle wanted to make him do the work, but she gave him a little extra to encourage him to do this again. She made him hold his cock up in the air, his fingers wrapped around the shaft as they slid up and down. She pushed two sharp fingernails into the head as he did it, eliciting drops of cum each time the nails punctured the smooth head. Then, her fingernails went to work around the corona to find the soft underbelly and slice her fingernails along the flesh.

He moaned loudly when her fingernails went to work on his cock. The sharp nails felt like the blade of a knife, especially when they ripped through the soft flesh beneath the head of his cock. But her hand milked his balls of leaking cum, and the pain merged with the pleasure as he leaked prematurely.

She saw that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, so she said it aloud. “Cum for me, Lester. Stroke your cock until you shoot out your cum.” He did it as if she ordered it to allow him to cum. Her hand milked his balls as the head of his cock spewed out the thick, milky cum into the air. She never saw him shoot that far or so much before. She had driven his excitement to new limits.

“AAAAHHHHH!” It felt so good to cum. Michelle continued to squeeze his balls, but she was gentle. He shot his cum into the air, over a foot high before it fell back down from the sheer weight of his profuse cum. He was so proud that he’d cum like that. He continued to pump his cock until every drop of cum was drained from his balls.

She ran a finger through a large lump of cum on his belly. She scooped it up and rubbed it on his lips until they glistened. He didn’t move as she scooped up more and returned to his mouth. “Open your mouth,” and he did. She pushed the cum into his mouth. “Lick my fingers,” and he obeyed. She wiped all the cum from his lower body and made him lick it off and swallow it. She got up from the bed. “Let’s watch a movie. Clean up and come out into the living room.” She left him in the room.

She walked off as if nothing happened, but Lester lay there for a few minutes and tried to understand what had happened. Michelle was so aggressive, and he let her have her way with him. He didn’t understand it, but he liked the pleasure he got from it. It was so much different from their normal monthly lovemaking. He didn’t know how to say anything to her, so he didn’t. When he cleaned up, he went into the living room. She’d made some popcorn and they watched a movie as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.





Chapter 2





Bound by His Wife


Lester had a hard time concentrating at work the next day, but like any other day, there were problems, and Lester was the one that people looked to for solutions. That is why he was puzzled and confused. He was so much different last night with Michelle. Yet, he never saw her as happy as she was last night. She did things he never expected, and to make it worse, he enjoyed it as much as she did. He didn’t know why or how, he just did. He was always a bit timid with Michelle when it came to sex. He always felt he was so lucky to have her, he didn’t know what he’d do. Maybe it would all blow over. They never mentioned it as they watched the movie, as if it never happened. Work finally took all his attention and drove it from his mind.

He got home late that night, unwinding all the problems took longer than he expected. When he walked in the door, he knew he was in trouble. The table was set for dinner. He forgot to call her in all the drama at work. He couldn’t smell anything cooking, so he knew he was really late.

“Nice of you to drop in,” Michelle snarled at him.

He put his things down and raced over to her. He slipped his hand around her waist and tried to give her a kiss, but she turned her head away from him. “I’m sorr…”

“Yes, you are sorry, a sorry husband. I ought to spank you like a little baby for not calling.” Her mind began to whirl. “Get into the kitchen and fill your plate with the cold food that was nice and hot at one time.”

He didn’t say anything as he went into the kitchen. She’d cooked steak and baked potatoes. The steak looked like leather and the potato was shrived and dried, but he put it on his plate as if it was hot and just served. “It looks great.”

“You lie. Hold still and don’t you dare drop that plate,” she warned him, but he wasn’t prepared for what she did.

He turned to see her angry face, but there was something else he saw. He didn’t know what, but he was suddenly shocked by what she did, though he shouldn’t have been after last night. She grabbed his balls, and her hand squeezed them. He struggled to hold onto the plate as he bent over in pain; her fingers felt like steel talons that gripped his vulnerable balls. “OOOWWWW!” As much as it hurt, he couldn’t stop his cock from getting hard instantly.

“Bad boy, you need to be punished. Put the plate down; I don’t want you to break it. You’re in enough trouble now.” She finally released his balls, but she saw the bulge in his pants. He got hard.

He put the plate down, and she turned him around until he faced the counter without saying a word. He waited, unable to see her, but he expected her to do something. Then, she spanked him. It didn’t hurt much since his pants cushioned the blow, but it did tingle.

“Spread your legs.” She spanked him again, and he quickly spread his legs. “Wider,” she wanted him spread wide and vulnerable. Another quick slap and he spread them wide. “You’re a bad boy, and Michelle is going to punish you. But first, apologize to me.”

“I’m sorry, Michelle. I won’t do it again.” He expected another spank on his ass, but her hand clutched one of his cheeks tightly. He could feel his cheeks part from the power of her fingers as they dug into his flesh. He didn’t know she was that strong.

“I’m glad it’s Friday tomorrow. After dinner Friday, I’m going to give you the spanking you deserve when we have more time and my disposition is better. For now, I’ll leave you with a reminder.” She reached around his waist and unbuckled his belt. She opened the button on his pants. One of her hands grabbed the top of his zipper, and with the other hand holding his pants she slowly drew it down. She could feel his hard-on bounce when her finger lightly traced over it by accident. When the zipper was all the way down, she pushed his pants down his legs until they were stopped at his knees by his spread legs. She stepped back to admire her work, Lester stood pressed up against the counter with his pants around his knees, clad only in his boxer briefs.

She never undressed him like this, his body frozen as her fingers ran over the front of his pants, which excited his cock. It didn’t even bother him that she said he would be punished Friday. He was too excited now to think of anything else. He couldn’t stop his cock from twitching, and he pushed his hips forward until his cock touched the counter. He had to be careful so she didn’t see that he could rub his cock on the counter to give him pleasure. She pulled her hands away, but he knew she wasn’t done yet. He hoped she wasn’t done.

She reached between his legs and found his balls. This time, she pushed aside his shorts until she could draw his balls out. The boxer briefs were tight, but she grabbed his balls harshly and pulled them out until they hung down between his legs. “Don’t move.” She went over to a drawer and opened it. Inside were all the various cooking utensils. She looked them over, and she was surprised how she looked at each one differently now. They were now instruments to abuse Lester, and they all looked appropriate. She took one of the spatulas out. This one was plastic and the handle was whippy with a lot of play in it. It was just the right size to cover all the area that she wanted to.

“Push your ass back, Lester. I don’t want you rubbing your cock on the counter.” She saw what he tried to do. She’d have none of that. He wouldn’t rub his cock or get off until she said he could.

He moved away from the counter, but as he did, it forced his ass back. He could feel his hanging balls become more vulnerable, and he didn’t need to be told what she would use the spatula for. He waited, and it didn’t take long. He howled from the first strike of the spatula. It was wide and hit him firmly on both balls from behind with a thick thud that rang out. The pain shot from his balls to cramp his stomach. He felt them move like Jell-O from the powerful blow. “OOOOWWWWW! That hurtttsss!” Ever since yesterday, she took advantage of the vulnerability of his balls, and he could do nothing to stop her.

“That’s just a warm up for Friday. Stick your ass back up for me. You got more coming,” though she wouldn’t tell him how many. As soon as he was in position, she swatted his balls again, this time from underneath to shove them back into his stomach.

“OOOOOWWWWW!” It was worse this time. It felt like she smashed them into his belly. Would she ruin me?

She gave him ten swats with the spatula, the last one the hardest. He cried out with each one, and she made no attempt to hit them easier. Each blow was to maximize the pain. But each time, he pushed his ass out and he arched his back to display his hanging balls for more punishment.

“Okay, turn around now.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry.” He turned to face her, his pants still around his knees and his balls naked and cramped as his shorts trapped them. The front of his pants showed his huge erection and worse, his shorts had a big wet spot on them from his juices that leaked out from his excitement.

“Take out your cock, but leave your shorts on.” She saw him eagerly obey, and he fished his cock out of his shorts until it stood up. “Stroke it, but don’t touch the head. I’ll take care of that for you. When you’re ready to cum, tell me.”

He couldn’t wait, stroking his cock as he looked at her in front of him. She took the spatula and swatted the head of his cock. It hurt, but his hand stroking the shaft made it all better. No matter how many times or how hard she hit the head of his cock, all he felt was pleasure. He didn’t last too long. “I’m going to cum.”

“Stop, take your hand off your cock and don’t touch it. I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” she warned him.

She left him that way, his cock out and his balls hanging free in the kitchen while she went into the bathroom. She took her time before she came back out.

It felt like eternity. He began to lose some of his hardness, but the minute she walked back into the room and looked at his cock, it began to grow again. It grew much bigger when she picked up the spatula. “Stroke it again, Lester, but not the head. I’ll do that again.” She punctuated her words with a swat on the head of his cock, and she was rewarded with a drop of cum that leaked out. He began to masturbate, and she worked him over with the spatula. Not only did she pummel the head of his cock until it was a pretty pink, but she kept him on his toes by slapping his balls. That was enough to dull some of his pleasure, so she kept him going for ten minutes before nothing could stop him from cumming.

He never masturbated so long and tried so hard to cum, but Michelle knew just the right time to hit his balls and smash them painfully to dull the upcoming orgasm. Then, he had to work up to it again, all while she continued to swat his cock. Finally, he couldn’t stop from cumming. His balls ached, not only from the swats, but also from the need to cum made them ache. “I’m going to cum,” he said hurriedly and he was glad when she didn’t say anything. He exploded, and he didn’t care as he shot out cum in the kitchen.

Michelle let him cum, but she didn’t stop swatting the head of his cock. She caught it once when he spurted to cover the spatula with cum, but nothing stopped him from letting lose four loads of cum that splattered all over the floor. She gave his balls one last hard swat when he finished. “You got the floor all wet. Get on your knees and lick it up. I’ll make you something nice for dinner while you’re doing that.”

She went over to the fridge to find a frozen pizza. She put it in the oven as she saw Lester kneel down on the floor. His pants were still around his knees and his cock and balls hung out. His head was bowed down and she heard the slurping sounds as he began to lick up his drying cum. She couldn’t resist his ass pushed up into the air. She pulled his shorts down until his ass was exposed, but he never stopped licking the cum on the floor. She saw his naked ass perched up as if he offered it up to her. Friday, he would offer it up and she’d take advantage of the position.

He finally finished the job and stood up. He put his balls and cock back in his shorts and pulled up his pants as if nothing had happened. Michelle had thrown away the spoiled food but brought out a bottle of wine and poured them both a glass.

“The pizza should be ready in five more minutes. How was your day at work?” She asked him as if he had just walked in the door.

“Hectic, damn company can’t do a thing without me. I better get the VP of Finance job real soon.”

“You deserve it, honey. It’s almost Friday, and you can have some time off from making decisions. I’ll do it for you. You can be sure of that.”

“Yes, dear.” She brought out the pizza, and they started to eat. He was famished, but it felt strange. He’d cum two days in a row with her now. That was a record. It didn’t matter how or why, it just did. He liked that, he liked that a lot.

* * * *

Michelle spent the next day getting ready. She went all out. Luckily, she sold sex toys at home parties, so she had connections to get what she wanted quickly, but some things required more work and time. Before Lester arrived home, she was ready and had everything laid out for her plan. First, they would have a nice dinner as if nothing was different. After dinner, it would be a different story.

Michelle was in the kitchen when Lester came home. “Hi, honey. How was your day?” She had dinner just about ready, lasagna, homemade, just for him. It was hot in the oven, so she put in the loaf of bread to cook alongside it. It would only take another five minutes before dinner was ready. Lester came into the kitchen, and she could see the excited look on his face. She hoped it would be the same way when the night was over. She would push him to his limits and beyond, hoping that he would respond in the way she wanted.

Lester could smell the lasagna as soon as he walked in. He hung up his suit coat and took off his tie. He put his arm around her waist and drew her close to him as he kissed her. He felt her firm breasts push into his chest as her lips parted to allow his tongue to enter her mouth. It was as though she melted in his arms. He finally broke the kiss. “I’m glad the week is over. They’ve been driving me crazy, but they have to decide by next week for the VP of Finance spot.”

“Don’t worry; you’re going to get it. I know it.” His kiss was hard and demanding, not what she expected or wanted. She hoped he hadn’t changed his mind, for she didn’t think she could go back to the way she was before. She had found something in her that surprised her and excited her. After a year of boring sex, she looked forward to it. More than once a month, that’s for sure.

“You always are so confidant, especially about me, Michelle. That’s what I love about you.”

“That’s because I know what you want and need better than you do. Get out a bottle of wine, dinner is about ready.” She got the salad and put it on the table. The timer rang out, and she took out the bread and the lasagna. It looked good, the cheese still bubbled on top of it.

Lester’s mouth watered as she put the food on the table, but he couldn’t contain his erection as Michelle moved around the kitchen. He could still feel her breasts pushed against him and her touch on his cock and balls from last night still lingered as if it just happened minutes ago. He hoped her good mood was indicative of them having sex again tonight. That would be a record of three nights in a row. Could my luck hold out that long?

Lester told her all about work, and she listed so intently. He asked her about her day, but she was evasive. He wondered why, but as dinner finished up, he grew more aroused at what may happen. They used to have sex when they went to bed but not the last two days. It had happened out of the blue, and he hoped it would again. He helped her clean up after dinner.

“Have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” She didn’t even look back for his reaction, going to the bedroom and shutting the door behind her.

His expectations increased when she left and shut the bedroom door. What is she doing behind it? He didn’t even turn on the television, not wanting any distractions when she came back. He became anxious as the minutes ticked by so slowly. It was twenty minutes before he heard the bedroom door open, but he didn’t look. He wanted it to be a complete surprise. It took her a minute until she walked in front of him. He could only imagine the look on his face when she stood in front of him. He never saw her like this before. She had a sexy red bra and panties on, but they were made of leather and clung to her flesh like a second skin. The panties were cut so low that he was surprised he couldn’t see the top of her neatly trimmed bush. The bra was so low that both of her large breasts almost hung out and the nipples were barely covered. He could tell because they perked up like rocks beneath the tight-fitting leather bra. She wore a pair of black leather boots that went all the way up her thighs, a zipper ran up the back, and they had to have at least four-inch heels. But his eyes were drawn to one hand. In it, she held a black riding crop. It was the same kind of crop they used on horses. She snapped it hard against her leather boots, and it sounded like a gun going off in the silent room. Lester’s heart raced so fast, he thought he’d have a heart attack, but his cock also jerked uncontrollably in his pants.

She looked at him sternly as she said it. She had done it so many times in front of the mirror today, but it was much more realistic when she saw her body in the mirror dressed like this. “You’re going to be punished tonight, just as I said last night. Get your ass up and march into the bedroom.” She didn’t crack a smile as she said it.

Lester didn’t hesitate, getting up quickly. It was as though she was transformed into something much different, and it excited him. Why wouldn’t it? With her fabulous body encased in leather, what wasn’t to be liked? He walked into the bedroom and turned to face her. “What do you want me to do?” The words barely came out when he felt the riding crop swing across and slash across his buttock with a sting. He never saw it coming. He bit his lip, not daring to cry out.

“Call me Mistress or your punishment will be worse.”

He could still feel the sting on his buttock, afraid of how it would feel if he didn’t have pants and shorts on, knowing that he wouldn’t have them on much longer. “Yes, Mistress.”

She sat in the chair and looked up at him. “Take off your clothes, but don’t you dare touch yourself. From now on, you need my permission to touch yourself and to cum. The punishment will be severe if you disobey me.” She knew that he wouldn’t be able to contain his orgasms, and she’d make sure that he didn’t.

She sat in the chair; her long leather-clad legs crossed so sexily, the riding crop still in her hand. He didn’t wait, taking off his clothes in haste. The shirt was gone in seconds, the pants pulled down and his socks off in record time. He stood up in his shorts, and his cock was so big and hard that it pushed out the front of his shorts so proudly. He wanted so much to touch it but he didn’t dare to defy her. He heard the word severe and feared it with the same vigor as he was excited by it. He hooked his hands in the waistband of his shorts but stopped for a second to stare at her. He wanted to make sure he had her permission.

“You’re so hard, slave, in spite of waiting for your punishment. Take off your shorts so I can see your cock.” She watched as he pushed his shorts down and kicked them off his feet. His cock bounced uncontrollably in front of him. He was as hard and big as if it was the first time she goosed him. There was no doubt that her domination excited him as much as his submission did to her.

He struggled not to stroke his cock as it ached for his touch. He watched as she got up. She opened the dresser drawer, and he heard the clink and then saw them, handcuffs, shiny, bright handcuffs just like the police had. She dangled them in front of him to tease him.

“Turn around, slave, and put your hands behind your back.” She didn’t wait for him to respond; she spun him around, surprised by her own strength. It was as though she had become a superhuman female. She had practiced with the cuffs to get it right. She snapped them on his wrists as though she had done it hundreds of times, and the locks clicked loudly as they snapped shut. It took her only seconds until his wrists were bound helplessly behind him.

He never felt as vulnerable as he was now, not even when she slapped his balls. That time, he could stop it at any time; handcuffed, he no longer had that option, and the word punished came back to haunt him in fear. He felt her push him over to the chair she sat in.

“Straddle it; I don’t want you closing your legs when I punish you.” He didn’t fight her as she made him straddle the wide chair; his legs had to spread wide. When she stepped back, she was pleased with her work. He couldn’t close his legs and his hands were useless. His balls hung down so dangerously vulnerable and his cock bounced in front of him, but he couldn’t touch it. She stayed behind him, his buttocks clenched tight. She pushed the riding crop between his legs and waited for a second to let him savor the fear he felt. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the tip of the riding crop up until there was the soft thud of the leather hitting his balls. She had become skilled with it today. She was rewarded by a sharp cry from him.

“OOWW!” It felt like she shoved his balls into his stomach. Even as she pulled the riding crop away, his balls still swung between his legs. He looked down in front of him to see the riding crop pop out in front, and it didn’t take long before it leapt up and struck his cock with such precision. It stung, but it also stung good. Any touch was good for his aching cock.

She worked over his balls and cock for five minutes, alternating between the two, alternating how hard each blow was. His cock danced excitedly after each blow, welcoming it in spite of Michelle striking it harder. His balls weren’t as excited. She still got a cry out of his mouth with each slap of the riding crop, but the cry was softer. She alternated striking each ball, her aim was so good. She could see his thigh muscles strain as he tried to close his legs, but it didn’t do any good.

Lester didn’t know whether he enjoyed it too much or not. He liked it when she hit his cock, wishing she would rub it, but she pulled away and her next blow came up between his legs and struck his ball sack. He didn’t see the riding crop strike him, but he knew that it was coming. He couldn’t believe how expert her aim was, striking one ball each time. How long had she done this? Is this a Michelle he didn’t know about?

“Thank your Mistress, slave.” Michelle loved to make him beg and grovel to her.

He looked at her. “Thank you, Mistress, for my punishment.”

She laughed loudly. “That wasn’t your punishment. That was to tease you. I’ll get you ready for your punishment now.”

He lost sight of her as she went to the dresser drawer again. She was back, behind him so he couldn’t see. He moaned softly when he felt her fingers on his balls, expecting pain, but all he felt was her soft touch. It made his body on edge, knowing that the pleasure could turn to pain in an instant. She cradled his balls in one hand and the other hand sought out his balls, rubbing them between her fingers, tightening on each of them. Then, he felt something different. She deserted his balls, but there was something around his ball sack that became tighter. Her fingers fumbled with something as it grew tighter, and then he felt her fingers slide it down until his balls were trapped at the end of his ball sack. He could feel how tightly his wrinkled skin was smoothed over his balls. He felt her fingers move again, and it grew tighter.

“I tied your balls with a heavy string.” She yanked the string toward the ground, and the ball sack began to stretch as well as his balls, trapped in the end with no way to escape. “I can stretch them as much as I want, even tear your balls off if I desire.” With one hand holding the string to stretch his balls, her other hand began to lightly slap his balls. She didn’t do it very hard, yet they were so vulnerable the way they were trapped and unable to escape. Each time, she got a cry from his lips, louder than before.

Her touch on his balls made them ache, and when she slapped them, he felt it deep into his stomach. They ached deeply, yet from the sound of her hand hitting his flesh, he knew she didn’t do it very hard. Lester feared what it would feel like if she used the riding crop on them now. Surely, she’d rupture them. He felt her yank on the string, and his ball sack was dragged down so far, he thought it would tear from between his legs.

It was now time to work on his ass. She wanted him to get used to it; she had many ideas of what she would do, and she was sure that he would be shocked at some of them. “Relax your cheeks. I’m going to whip your ass.”

She didn’t say spank, she said whip. That scared him, especially since she had a riding crop in her hand. His cock throbbed; it was so hard. She had hit it with the riding crop and that only made his cock harder and more aroused. He couldn’t touch it, so the riding crop was the next best thing. He tried to relax his buttocks, but it was difficult to do when he knew she’d whip his ass. She hit him when he had pants on, but he hardly felt anything. He didn’t expect the same reaction this time.

He didn’t do a very good job of relaxing his cheeks; his crack was still snapped shut. She wanted it open and his anus exposed, for it would be there he’d feel the crack of the riding crop the most. She’d have to teach him better. She swung the riding crop through the air. She loved the sound it made as it broke through the air, a slight whistle that signaled it was about to strike. Lester would soon know it well. Her aim was well placed, hitting the fleshy part of one buttock with a loud crack. She didn’t spare him, hitting him hard for the first time. There would be no gentleness.

“OOOWW!” Lester was sure his buttock was cut as the pain raced all the way to the bone. He couldn’t believe she hit him that hard. His ass shook and his legs tried to clench shut, but the chair between them left him unable to do anything but wait for the next one.

“That’s what bad boys get, Lester, and more.” She swung the riding crop the opposite direction, but she had practiced hard, and her aim was impeccable. It slashed across his other fleshy buttock, and the force of the blow slammed all the way down to the bone. She was rewarded with a louder cry. She’d have to remember something next time to silence his screams, although she’d miss hearing them. She was already getting wet; her leather panties and Lester’s naked ass perched up and bound as he was, excited her.

“OOOOOWW!” The next one was harder than the first. It tore into his flesh, and when she pulled away the riding crop, it still stung to the very core of his being.

She admired the two red marks on his buttocks, but he’d have more before she was finished. He’d have time to heal before he went back to work Monday, unless he happened to be naughty again. There would be no mercy if he were bad.

She went to work on Lester’s ass, and there was nothing he could do but cry out in pain each time. She’d wait a minute while he fully absorbed all of the pain, then the riding crop would be back. She never hit the same spot twice, always seeking new, unblemished flesh to tear with the cruel leather riding crop. She started at the top of his buttocks and worked her way down his cheeks. The blows became harder as his cries became softer, hoarse from the painful cries. He shivered in fear when she struck the soft flesh where his buttocks met the softer skin of his thighs. He could feel the wind blow on his vulnerable balls when the riding crop struck his buttocks so close. His body was braced for the horrific pain if she hit them instead of his buttocks.

She couldn’t believe that he didn’t move. “How does that feel, Lester? Now for your thighs, hold still, I don’t want to hit your balls...yet,” she laughed evilly.

He froze, afraid of moving, afraid of staying still. She slapped his thighs, moving from one side to the other, hitting faster as Lester could feel the riding crop almost touch his dangling balls. She put the riding crop between his legs and slapped it back and forth, harder, and faster as it beat a painful path on the skin of his soft inside thighs.

“OOOOOWWWWW!”

Michelle didn’t want to disappoint him; she saw how big and hard his cock had become. She brought the riding crop up between his legs and found the soft, hanging bag of his balls; the string had trapped them in the very tip where the riding crop found its target. She knew enough not to hit then as hard as his buttocks, but from the shrill, it was still a painful blow.

Lester couldn’t believe she did it, but when his balls felt like she shoved them into his stomach, his mind was changed. He could barely catch his breath as she gave him another blow, followed by a third one. Each one sought out a single ball, and she was good with her aim. Lester cried out again, and when he did, his cock ejaculated a small jet of cum from it. It was as though she beat the cum out of his balls. Lester never felt anything like it before.

“Relax your cheeks, Lester, or I’ll beat your balls until they are black and blue.” This time, he obeyed; she saw his buttocks part, and with the wide spread of his legs, his cheeks parted until he exposed his anus. She had never seen it like this before. It was a small, brown, wrinkled hole in a sea of white flesh. She didn’t expect it to be that small. She had some toys ordered, and now, she thought they might be too big for Lester. No, Michelle, you can’t go soft on him now. He’ll take whatever you dish out, pain or no pain. “Good boy, now don’t clench them, or I’ll whip your balls again,” she warned him.

She ripped the riding crop down the crack of his ass with such precision. It slapped down hard at the top of his crack, right on his anus. It exploded with a loud crack. She expected Lester to cry out, but there was nothing except a muffled cry. She struck again in the same spot, this time harder, with the same results. There was a loud report of the riding crop on his anus but only muffled cries from Lester. She looked at his anus, slightly pink and swollen, but otherwise, it was in good shape. It could take a lot of abuse, and from the lack of response from Lester, it wasn’t completely unpleasant for him. She would have to expand her plans to take this into account.

It burned when she first struck him on his ass hole, but then, his muscles went into spasms, and he felt something he never did before. It was a strange tingling in his anus, the same type of tingle he felt in his balls when she rubbed his cock. She hit his anus again, harder this time, and it felt like the muscles of his anal ring opened up to welcome the harsh blow. He could feel the harsh leather rub over his anus, but it tingled with pleasure. He never knew that he had such feelings back there. And it was so vulnerable, just like his balls. She could do anything to him there and he couldn’t stop her. He couldn’t stop his cock from jerking and shuddering uncontrollably at the thought of what she might do. What he hoped she might do.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he hoped to encourage her.

She slapped his anus a dozen times, and she couldn’t help but notice that his cheeks opened up wider as he pushed his ass higher up into the air. It was as if he was offering up his backside to her punishment. She finally finished whipping him. “Sit on the chair. I want your cock and balls on the edge.”

She waited until he got into position, but it wasn’t enough for her. She bent his cock down until she thought she’d break it, but she soon had it flat on the wooden chair. She lifted up one leg high and poised her four-inch heel above his cock. She aimed the heel of the shoe over the head of his cock and then lowered it. She slowly pushed the sharp heel into the flesh of his cock, grinding it from side to side until she could almost feel her heel touch the wood with his trapped cock head separating the two.

Her heel felt like a knife; Lester couldn’t believe she did it, but when she put all her weight down behind the heel, there was no doubt of her intentions. She ground his cock into the hard, wooden chair, but nothing could stop his cock from jerking in pleasure as the muscles moved uncontrollably. She pulled her heel away, and he saw the one-inch red spot on the head of his cock from the imprint of her heel. Then, she released his cock but grabbed his balls and dragged them to the edge of the chair. “No, please, not there.” He wouldn’t be able to take that. His balls were too soft and vulnerable; she’d bust them with her heel.

“Quiet, your Mistress will do what pleases her, and it pleases her to have your balls beneath her boots.” She raised her leg up and saw the look of sheer terror in Lester’s eyes. She put her shoe down on his balls, but not the heel; she used the sole of her boot, but that didn’t mean she did it gently. She pushed her boot back and forth, as she rolled his balls on the hard wood, crushing them as he cried out. She got a tear out of his eye this time.

He was grateful when she finally pulled her boot off his balls. He was sure she’d crush them, but besides being painful, he wasn’t permanently injured by it.

She stepped back and took off the leather panties. They were wet on the inside, and there was no mistaking that her pussy lips glistened with her juices. She lay on the bed and spread her legs. “Come over, my little boy, and get your mouth between my legs. If you make me cum, I might let you cum also. But, you better be good.”

Lester was more than eager when he was presented with her lovely pussy. Her legs were spread so wide, not sure, if he ever saw her that exposed. He wished he had his hands free to explore her, but he did with what he had. His mouth went to work; his tongue went out far as it lapped up her slit and pushed her pussy lips aside. He found her soaking wet. She enjoyed what she did to him. He expected that there would be more days like this. This would be the third day in a row he would cum, if and when she let him cum. First, he had to show her that he could please her.

Michelle made him work hard, but Lester never tired or pushed away. He licked, sucked, and bit lightly her pussy lips, even her clit. She never saw such enthusiasm in him before to please her. He was good at orally making her cum, but not like this. It was as if this was the last time she’d let him do this so he wanted her to remember it. Not even when she got on her hands and knees and shoved her ass up into the air stopped him. “Lick my ass hole, Lester. I want to feel your tongue go inside me.”

Not even the tart taste of her ass could stop him. He wished he could rub his cock on the bed, but Michelle would see him and punish him again. He feared that she wouldn’t let him cum. He didn’t think he could last another day without cumming, his balls ached, not only from the tight string that trapped them, but also, from the cum that needed to be released.

She had him lie flat on the bed, and she pushed her pussy into his face and humped him until she came. She was sure that she was suffocating him, but she was too far gone to stop. She came on him; her body shuddered and jerked uncontrollably as her juices flowed onto his face and tongue. She could hear his muffled slurping, but all she felt was the delicious way his tongue continued to drive her orgasm from one plateau to another. “That was good, Lester, one of your best. But, it’ll make it hard for you to get better next time, and if you’re not, I’ll punish you. Now, my little boy, do you want to cum?”

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, what, Lester.”

“Yes, Mistress, may I cum?”

She undid the handcuffs so he could use his hands, but she kept the string on his balls. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Face away from me.”

Lester didn’t care what the position was, as long as he could cum. His hands were free, so he was sure that it would be him masturbating, but since she left the string on his balls, he hoped that she might play with them as he masturbated.

She gave him a condom. “Put it on, I don’t want you to make a mess on the bed.” She watched as he did it so fast, though he did stroke his cock a few too many times. “Spread your legs wider and let your cheeks part.” She picked up the riding crop at the same time she grabbed the end of the string. She pulled on the string until his balls were stretched out far behind him. She heard him groan.

He was afraid she would whip his balls, and in the position, she made them dangle in mid-air, unprotected and so easy to strike with such power.

“Go ahead, Lester, jerk off, but I don’t want you to cum until I give you permission.”

This would be hard, knowing that he had to wait, but he wanted to cum so badly. He began to stroke his cock, and he already felt the pleasure race through his body. He felt her tug on the string, back and forth until his dangling balls danced in the air. It hurt a little, but it was more pleasure than pain. It only made him more excited when she played with him. He struggled not to cum, but then, he felt the riding crop on his ass. That should help if she whipped him, the pain would dull some of the pleasure until it was back again. Then, he felt something different. It was the riding crop, but it had to be the other end, the handle. He could feel the rough leather that was wrapped tightly around the shaft. It ran up his crack as Lester struggled to keep his cheeks relaxed and let Michelle have her way with him. He slowed down his stroking hand, but she never stopped jerking on the string that made his balls move.

She didn’t know when she thought of it, but it suddenly popped into her head. She saw the end of the riding crop move to his anus. It was bigger than the tiny hole, but that didn’t stop her. She stopped when it cover his anus. She began to apply pressure on the riding crop, and she could see it fight his anal muscles as they fought the intruder. “Don’t cum yet, Lester, slow down, soon but not yet. I have something new for you.”

Lester felt the end of the riding crop on his anus, and it sent his muscles into spasms. He wasn’t sure if they fought off the probing of the crop or welcomed it. He knew what she would do, and it made him more excited. She yanked harder on the string, and it pulled and tugged on his trapped balls. It hurt, but it couldn’t outweigh what he felt in his anus. The riding crop was having success in his ass. He felt it like slow motion, his anal ring slowly expanded to take the ruthless pressure of the crop. Wider and wider, it opened and Lester knew it would be soon that he felt it push inside his ass. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but so far, that was nothing but sheer pleasure that he felt. He couldn’t understand how or why, he just did. “AAAAAAHHH!” It shoved into his rectum with such suddenness, and then, he felt the hard handle rub against the soft, elastic walls of his rectum. He couldn’t keep his ass muscles from clenching tight, and they were connected to his cock so all he felt was the urge to cum. “Please, Mistress, let me cum, plllleasee!” Lester begged.

“Not yet, but soon, Lester.” She began to probe him with the handle at the same time she jerked hard on his balls. Pleasure and pain, she’d make him learn to love both of them equally.

He couldn’t believe the handle was in his ass. It was as if it was a live snake, moving and pushing against his reluctant ass muscles while his anal ring snapped tight around the shaft as if he didn’t want it to leave. Michelle began to push it in and pull it out, and he felt the rough leather that wrapped the handle rub harshly against his anal ring. It was as though she fucked him back there with the riding crop, and he felt pleasure from it. It touched places that he never knew felt so good, and his anal ring gripped the shaft so possessively.

“Now, Lester, you can cum now.” She used the riding crop handle as if it were a dildo. In and out, she reamed his ass hole, watching his tiny hole stretch tightly around the inanimate object. She shoved two inches in and out before Lester couldn’t hold out any longer. She never heard him cum like this before.

“AAAWWWWWW!” Lester pumped his cock as fast as he could. With the condom on, it felt different when he came, all of his pent-up cum forced to stay within the tight confines of the condom, but he knew the bed would’ve been a mess. He never came this hard or this long. His balls and his ass hole were stimulated by Michelle like nothing he ever felt before. She didn’t stop until he slumped to the bed. She pulled the riding crop out of his ass hole, but it felt like his ass hole didn’t want it to leave. He could feel his anal ring stay open for long minutes as if it waited for its return.

“Turn over, Lester.” When he did, she reached down for the condom. She pulled it off slowly, not wanting to waste a drop. She stretched it out in front of her, and she saw it filled with white, thick crème. “Stick out your tongue, Lester.”

He did, in spite of knowing what she would do, or maybe because he knew what she’d do. She rolled the condom over his tongue until it covered it completely. He could taste his cum on his tongue. He kept his tongue out, as she unrolled it, but this time, she put the condom in his mouth and squeezed every drop into his mouth.

She couldn’t believe how much cum came out of the condom. “Swallow it, Lester; you’ll learn to love the taste of cum.”

He had tasted drops of his cum, what man didn’t, but this was different. He had a mouthful, and the thick, salty cum covered every inch. Even though it was his cum, it was still hard to swallow. It didn’t seem to want to go down his gullet. It finally was all gone. Then, he remembered. “Thank you, Mistress.”

She untied the string around his balls, but she hefted them up and squeezed them just to remind him. “Good boy, Lester. Did you like that, Lester? Did you like something up your ass?”

“Yes, Mistress, yes.”

They went into the living room and watched a movie that Michelle had rented. She didn’t show him the other ones, the ones where she learned what a good Mistress did.





Chapter 3





Pleasure and Pain


Heather was her best friend. They were in real estate together when Michelle worked, but they kept in touch after they both left the company. Heather took a job in an office that she hated, but it paid the bills. She wasn’t married, though she dated a ton of men. She liked sex more than men, but men were a necessity.

Heather also gave Michelle insight into the adult toys that she should highlight when she had one of her home sex-toy parties. Michelle was just beginning to learn about them, and Heather’s advice was invaluable.

Heather sat on the couch as they drank a cup of coffee. Michelle was afraid of asking the question, fearing Heather would think she was a pervert. But she had to know. “What about toys for men?”

“What do you mean, for men? Most of the toys you sell are for men to use on women.

“I mean to use on men.” Michelle couldn’t help from blushing when she said it.

Heather looked at Michelle differently. She knew that she could’ve had any man, yet she picked Lester. He was a great provider and was intelligent. His career moved fast up the corporate ladder, and Heather expected they’d soon be moving to a house. Michelle was lucky, she didn’t have to work, and she enjoyed her life of luxury. She only sold sex toys because it was fun. But, maybe their life wasn’t that good. Could Lester be a disappointment in bed? Heather heard that accountants were lousy in bed, but she thought that was just a generality. “Do you mean CBT?”

Michelle looked at her puzzled. “CBT, what’s that?”

“Cock and ball torture.” Heather knew she had it right when she saw the blush on Michelle’s face. “Is that what you meant?”

“Yeess, I guess so.” Michelle could feel her face heated, and she was ashamed that she asked the question.

“It’s not Fifty Shades of Gray that you’re reading.”

“I got a few videos on dominatrixes. But a bunch of them were with other women, not men.”

“Did you get anything out of them?”

“I got a great outfit from it; I’ll have to show it to you. Red leather bra and panties with matching leather boots with four-inch spiked heels.” Michelle began to get a bit more comfortable talking about it.

“You need a whip, too.” Heather couldn’t believe she did that.

“I have a black riding crop and I’m pretty good at it. I practiced a lot with it at first.”

Now, Heather really had a shocked look on her face. “You mean you used it already.” There was only one person that she’d use it on. Michelle was married and she’d never cheat on Lester.

“You can’t tell a soul. Promise?”

“I’m your best friend. I’d never tell anyone.”

“Yes, I used it on Lester.” She couldn’t believe she said it, but it felt good to tell someone. She had this secret hidden inside her, and it was driving her crazy.

“If you’re asking the question about CBT, then I can only assume that Lester enjoys it as much as it looks like you do from the grin on your face.”

“Yes, it was by accident. We were playing strip poker and he lost. It progressed and since he was naked, he’d have to forfeit something else if he lost. I ended up goosing him. I found that I got a real thrill out of using my hands and fingers on his cock and balls. Not gentle, but hard. I’m sure I drew blood from his cock with my nails the first time.”

“He liked that?”

“I made him lick me and make me cum before I would let him jerk off.”

“Tell me more.”

“It happened three other times. I ended up tying up his balls with string, and I used a spatula on his cock. Then, I dressed up in my costume and I really got into it. It was as though I was a different woman and Lester was a sex slave for me. I used handcuffs on him, tied up his balls, and whipped him with the riding crop. I even smashed his cock and balls with my four-inch heels. I got so wet doing it, and I never saw Lester so hard, no matter what I did. In fact, I think he got harder the more I abused him.”

“I would’ve never expected that to be inside you or Lester.”

“Lester’s not like that. At work, he is in charge. He’s going to be promoted to VP of Finance. He runs the company. Most of the time, he’s in charge at home, all except when Mistress Michelle comes out. I just love the power I have over him. The more I punish him, the wetter I get.” She waited for a second before she said it, contemplating whether she should tell it. It was such a dark secret. “I made him jerk off while I shoved the handle of the riding crop up his ass.”

Heather didn’t want to put that mental picture in her head. But, she’d love to help Michelle in her endeavor. Heather had never done anything like that before, but maybe she should try. “What do you want to do next?”

Michelle saw the look in Heather’s face. She knew that men didn’t treat her right, and she probably had some pent-up resentment in her head. “I want to tie his cock up and his balls.”

“How about tying them up, but also stretching them? I’m pretty good at making things out of wood and metal. You saw some of my art pieces. I can use the power tools at the community college workshop whenever I want.”

“I see the same excited look in your eyes as mine.” Michelle couldn’t believe her enthusiasm.

“But, you have to tell me everything, every little detail.”

“Promise.” Michelle got up and got some paper, pencils, and a ruler. “Let’s design it.”

They worked for hours on it, as if it was something that would save the world. The design went back and forth, but Heather had some great ideas, many of them Michelle never even contemplated. By time they finished off the bottle of wine, it was complete. “Can I help you build it? I’m not very good with power tools, but I can find ways to help you.” Michelle wanted her sweat in it also.

“Of course. How about we go to Home Depot tomorrow and buy the supplies we need? We can walk around the store. You’d be surprised at what you’ll find there. You’ll see items in a different light. Imagine what you can do with clamps, vises, files, and sharp nails.” Heather would get back at men through Michelle.

* * * *

It took a week, but it was so much fun, and each time Michelle saw Lester, her eyes would beam bright with the thoughts she had in her head. By time it was done, it was better than they had planned. Michelle planned to use it Saturday night. They’d be having dinner with Lester’s boss and wife on Friday night. Lester hoped that during the dinner, he’d be offered the VP of Finance job. It would be her present for Lester’s promotion. She hoped he’d like it, because she knew she would.

* * * *

“How do I look?” Lester was so nervous. He’d bought a new suit, a very expensive new suit along with a new shirt, tie, and shoes. It was the new Lester. The VP of Finance Lester, or so he hoped.

“You are so handsome, Lester. I’m glad I married you. I’m so proud of you.” She truly was. He was everything that she looked for, and now, she hoped she found what she had missed. It was a week since the last time, and she was sure that she saw the look of anticipation in Lester’s eyes each time he came home at night. She hated to disappoint him, but she wanted this one to be special.

“Thank you, I love you, too. I’ve never been happier the last couple of weeks.” He hoped that she understood what he said.

“Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for your promotion.” She didn’t let on to what he said. She’d answer him tomorrow night.

* * * *

Michelle had met Mr. Wilson a few times but briefly. He was at the table with his wife, a charming middle-aged woman, attractive but not sexy. Mr. Wilson owned the company and was the chairman of the board. He was active in running it, but he had a president that ran day-to-day operations. He stood up when they arrived.

“It’s good to see you again, Michelle. Lester is a lucky man to be married to you.” He sat down and they ordered drinks. “Lester has a great work ethic, and I’m sure it’s because of your support. My wife does the same for me. Women keep men motivated. Lester is an asset to our company. I saw it in him when I first hired him, and he never let me down. He always exceeded my expectations, no matter how high they were. He’s not only a great financial person, but he has a knack with people. He takes command of the situation and analyzes it to perfection. His employees respect him and obey him without question. He dominates a room when he steps into it.” He held up his glass to all. “For those reasons, I’m promoting him to VP of Finance as well as a trusted member of the board of directors.” He handed the envelope to Lester. “Here is my offer, Lester. I hope you’ll accept it.”

Lester took the envelope, but put it down on the table, unopened. “I accept. Cheers.” All four of them clicked glasses. Lester was never happier, and from the look on Michelle’s face and her hand on his leg, so was she.

The rest of the dinner was anticlimactic. Mr. Wilson gushed over Lester as if he was his son. The dinner was the finest of everything, including a bottle of champagne. All through the dinner, the sealed envelope stayed on the table. It was only when they finally left did Lester pick it up and put it in his pocket.

“I want to thank you for your vote of confidence.” Lester and Michelle left to go home, both of them elated. Even as they drove home, he still never opened the envelope.

But, Michelle couldn’t stand the suspense. “Doesn’t it kill you that you don’t know what the offer is?”

“I know what it is?”

“Did Mr. Wilson tell you before? Was this just a repeat of what already happened?” She felt disappointed that he already knew of the promotion.

“No, I didn’t know. Did you see how anxious I was before we left? I knew because I’m good at my job.” He handed her the envelope. “You can read it if you want.”

She took the envelope and opened it up, almost tearing it in her excitement. But, before she read it, she asked him. “Okay, Mr. Smarty-pants. What’s the offer?”

“The salary is $225,000 a year with a bonus at the end of the year of 1% of the first million in profit, 2% for the next five million, and 3% for the next five million in profits. In addition, full medical, six weeks’ vacation, a million dollar life insurance policy with you as beneficiary as well as a company car. I forgot the fifty thousand dollar pension contribution each year.” He paused for a second then added as if he just thought of it. “The car is a BMW Series 7.” He grinned broadly.

“See, I knew you didn’t know. The salary is $250,000.” She grinned.

“And the rest of the offer?”

“Exactly.” He was so smug.

“I’ll tell you what. You get to spend the extra $25,000 on furniture for our new house.” He saw the way she beamed so brightly. He’d made her so happy.

“When?”

“We’ll have to sell the condo and find a new house, but we’ll start right away. The market has picked up, so the condo should sell. And I’m sure with your real estate experience; you’ll find us a great deal.”

“You bet I will.” She cuddled up next to him, and her hand rubbed his leg. She saw his erection move, but it wouldn’t be tonight that he’d get his reward. It was planned for tomorrow night when she could get everything ready.

* * * *

Lester was sure that he’d get sex tonight after a week drought. After all, he not only was promoted, but she’d also get a new house soon. When they got into bed, she snuggled up against him, and he waited.

“I see it in your eyes but not tonight. I have something special lined up for you tomorrow night. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed, and in fact, I’m sure you’ll be surprised and excited.” She should have left it at that, but she couldn’t help it. “Mistress Michelle will make sure you get everything you got coming tomorrow night.” She reached over, and she found his erection straining to get out of his shorts. “Not tonight.” She reached down and squeezed his balls hard, and it made his cock jump. “Don’t you dare stroke it,” she warned him.

It took Lester a long time to go to sleep, but Michelle had no problem. His new job and pay filled his head, but tomorrow night with Mistress Michelle filled his shorts with a raging erection that wouldn’t go away, but he didn’t dare touch it. She’d know somehow.

* * * *

Michelle sent Lester out on errands in the afternoon, needing to get everything ready. Luckily, the condo had an extra bedroom that she used for an office, so when Heather brought it over, they tucked it into the other room.

“I wish I could be there to see it.” Heather couldn’t contain her enthusiasm as if it was for her own husband.

Michelle had to think for a minute at her comment. “Not now, but you never know. We’ll see how it goes. Lester might find it nice to have two women dominate him. I can imagine all the possibilities.” Michelle never considered sharing her husband with another woman, but this would be different. It wouldn’t be for Lester’s pleasure but it would be for Michelle and Heather’s pleasure.

“I’ll see if I can think of something to beat this, but that’ll be difficult.” Heather knew she’d be home tonight and masturbating when Michelle unveiled it to Lester and began to use it on him. She wouldn’t cum quickly, she’d let the pleasure build just as Michelle would let Lester suffer slowly for Michelle’s pleasure.

Lester came home from the store with the groceries and dry cleaning. “Thank you. Why don’t you sit down and have a beer.” She handed him a beer. “But, stay out of my office. Or else,” she warned him in her best Mistress Michelle voice.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lester said, sitting down on the couch and arranging the raging erection in his pants her words had provoked. He had a hard time concentrating on the television. His excitement grew.

They had a nice dinner, but the growing excitement began to get both of them. As soon as dinner was finished and the kitchen cleaned, Michelle was ready. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Sit down; I’m going to change.” It was an order, not a statement. She began to change into Mistress Michelle. She went into the bedroom to get her outfit. She wore the same one as last time; she loved the feel of leather against her body. This time, she was naked beneath it. The leather was a bit rough and chaffing, but that made it feel more realistic.

Lester sat in the living room, excited and aroused. It didn’t take long for Michelle to come out, and he was greeted by Mistress Michelle once again. She wore the same red leather outfit with the red thigh boots. In her hand was her riding crop. Lester could already feel it touch him in all the right places. She promised him something special, and he was sure it was in her office. He couldn’t wait.

“If you think you’re going to get a treat, forget it. This is for Mistress Michelle’s pleasure. And Mistress Michelle loves to torment you, Lester. Stand up and be quick about it.” She sat down on the chair opposite him and slapped the riding crop on her boots. “Strip, I want you naked.”

Lester stood in front of her. He felt a bit strange. It was his wife that he was stripping for, but it was still different. It wasn’t the Michelle he knew and married. It was Mistress Michelle, and she was strict. Yet, as he took off his clothes and was down to his boxer briefs, he could tell that she got pleasure from it. His cock stood out so hard. He slipped his briefs down and kicked them aside. He stood naked in front of her, wishing he could stroke his cock. It jerked uncontrollably, and Lester wasn’t making it do it. It did it on its own. He saw her get up, but his eyes were on the riding crop now that he was naked.

She stood in front of him. She raised the crop up between his legs and slapped his balls, not hard, but to remind him how powerless he was. “You’re hard; don’t think you’ll get any pleasure from this. I’ll get my pleasure from your pain and torment.” She slapped his balls a few times, but he made no attempt to stop her or move away. And she saw the way his cock got harder and longer. She had the handcuffs she’d hidden in the chair behind her back. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” She slapped the crop against his cock, making it dance as the leather slapped it harshly.

He couldn’t believe the way the riding crop felt on his cock and balls. It tingled in pain, but there was more pleasure than pain, his cock finally attended to, even if it was a riding crop and not her hand. He turned around, knowing what she’d do, and he soon found himself helpless again. She slapped the cold steel on his wrists. But, this time, there was something different. He felt a leather mask slipped over his head. It was tied behind his head and the world was blacked out for him. He swayed on his feet for a second, trying to keep his balance as he lost his equilibrium. He felt her grab his arm and lead him to her office. He heard the door open, and he was led inside.

There it stood in all its majesty. It was a work of art. Heather had designed it, but it was Michelle’s input as to its evil use. It was made out of heavy two by fours mounted on a large base. It shot up almost to the ceiling, standing six feet high. It was more of a triangle, with the peak as its apex in order to be stable. Michelle didn’t want it tipping over; sure, that Lester would be moving aggressively once Michelle went to work on him. The fine details were the two pulleys, one at the top and the other at the bottom. Heather was ingenious using fishing reels. It would make it easy to make them tight as well as lock them into place. Instead of nylon fishing line, Michelle used thick twine, three strands twisted for strength. She feared that nylon was too rough for her use, afraid it might slice something that Lester cherished. “Stand over here and don’t move.” She punctuated her demand with a hard slap of the riding crop on his ass. She loved that the spot turned a pretty pink, but it did make Lester move fast. He stood next to it. “Spread your legs,” which he did obediently. He was as much interested in her touching his cock and balls as she was in abusing them.

It was strange to stand there, not knowing what would happen, but he had high expectations, especially when he spread his legs. He knew his balls hung down unprotected and she’d take advantage of that. Then, he felt her wrap something around each of his ankles and tighten it. He tried to move his legs, and he found them secured. He hadn’t expected that. He felt more helpless now, but he didn’t say anything. He waited, and his cock continued to jerk and shudder in anticipation.

Michelle would start with his balls; that he’d expect. She unlocked the twine on the lower fishing reel and let out some of it. On the end was the rubber ring with the sliding clasp on it. It was opened up wide now, but when she moved the clasp, it would gather up some of the slack and tighten. The ring would gradually grow smaller and anything inside it would be trapped. Her hand reached up, and she cupped his balls.

“AAAAHHHH!” It surprised him, her touch gentle as she cupped his balls and raised them up. Her fingers began to explore them, and his cock jumped in such excitement, wishing she’d grab that, too. Her fingers sought out his balls. He should fear that, but he didn’t. Her fingers gripped his balls, and then, he felt something touch his ball sack. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it slid over the sack. He felt it touch the bottom of his cock. He was sure that his balls were contained in it, but he felt no pressure, just an occasional touch of something foreign. Her fingers moved again, not sure what they were doing, but he felt his balls manhandled as she pushed down on them until his ball sack was stretched. Then, he felt something grow tighter around them. She must have slipped it around his balls. Her fingers fumbled, and each time they did, he felt something grow tighter around his balls as if it were a band of some sort. He felt his ball sack stretched more, his balls trapped inside the band. It made his balls twist to one side and the sack tightened around them.

Michelle pulled the strap down as far as she could until only his balls were trapped in the end of the ball sack. The string hung down from the strap. She slowly began to turn the fishing reel’s handle. The string slowly began to spool around the reel as more slack was taken out of it. It didn’t take long before the string grew taut. She stopped for a second so Lester could appreciate the feeling.

He heard some strange noises, but blinded, he couldn’t see anything. Something was around his ball sack and his balls were trapped in the end. It took a few minutes, but then, he felt whatever was around his ball sack tighten up. It was being pulled toward the ground, and his balls were trapped in it. They began to be compressed in the end of his ball sack. The space grew tighter, and his balls were pinched harder.

Michelle snapped the string like a violin string that made Lester’s balls reverberate. Then, she made it a tighter. She stopped then tightened again. This time, she got a groan out of Lester. His balls were grabbed tight, unable to escape the noose of the strap. “How do you like having your balls trapped, Lester? I’m going to stretch them, and then, I’ll work them over with my riding crop or my hand. I’ll love to hear the sound of your balls slapped hard.” Michelle couldn’t believe that she’d get so much pleasure from this, but she did. One day, she’d tie him spread eagle to the bed, slap his balls as she looked into his eyes, and see his pain. She knew it would make her so wet.

His balls began to ache, unable to escape. He could imagine in his head what it looked like and feared what it would feel like once she began to work them over with her hand or whip. He felt her tugging on his balls, the ache, coming and going, under her harsh demands.

It was time for his cock, but first, she’d tie his wrists to the top of the rack. She undid the handcuffs, but she warned him. “This is temporary,” as she took them off. “Raise your arms up high over your head, wrists together.” She had the straps ready for his wrists and soon had them bound, and when she took the slack out of them, his body was drawn taut. When she looked down, his balls were stretched more. She reached around and grabbed his cock, not gently, her fingers dug into the shaft, and she had made sure that she had trimmed her nails just for him tonight. She trimmed them to sharp points.

“AAAHHH! OOOWWWW!” He went from pleasure to pain in seconds. It surprised him when she grabbed his cock, but then, she dug her fingernails into the hard shaft. It felt like nails dug into his cock, and she moved her fingers so they scraped and pierced his cock, in spite of how hard it was. He felt wetness, and he was sure that she drew blood. She stroked his cock as her nails dug into his flesh, tearing at it as she moved her fingers. Yet, he couldn’t deny that he felt something other than pain.

Michelle was ready with the other strap that hung from the string that came from the fishing reel at the apex of the rack. Heather surprised Michelle with her idea; she didn’t even think of this. The rubber band had a sliding clasp, just like the strap on his balls. But this rubber band was different. This one was thicker, and on the inside were irregular bumps. They consisted of rubber nodules, some big, some small, some pointed. Then, there were metal nodules. These were small, but each one was sharp, and they ran around one side of the band, the part at the top. Michelle ran the rubber band around the shaft of his cock. She held his cock with one hand to keep it from jerking, but her touch made it so excited that she saw drops leak from the head. She moved the band up until it slipped just beneath the ridge of the corona on his cock. She began to tighten the clasp until she couldn’t pull it any tighter. She saw the way his corona swelled and turned an angry red with trapped blood. The nodules on the inside of the band would keep it from slipping off. The added pain was just another benefit.

He felt something around his cock, but all he could think about is the way her fingers felt around the shaft as she held it in her hands. He waited for her to stroke it, but she just held it. Something tightened on his cock, just beneath the head. It wasn’t smooth, he could feel bumps on it, and he felt them more when she tightened it. It slid up higher to catch him just beneath the helmet on his cock, pushing into the soft, sensitive skin beneath the thick ridge. The pressure was immense, feeling all the blood pushed into the head of his cock, but even trapped by her hand, his cock still jerked and shuddered uncontrollably in such pleasure. He didn’t find any pain in this, only pleasure.

She gave the band one last jerk to make it as tight as she could get it, and then, her other hand abandoned his cock. It jerked in front of him as if searching out her hand once again. She stood up and reached high to turn the crank on the fishing reel. It slid effortlessly to pull the string upward until it grew taut. She stopped for a second, but Lester couldn’t make his cock stop moving. She’d take care of that. She turned the reel, and the string began to tighten. Lester’s cock began to stand up at attention. She could see the way the head bent at an angle, but she couldn’t do anything about that. The more she yanked on the string, the more the shaft of his sock stretched, but the head didn’t. The strap was below it, and the head of his cock began to swell bigger, turning almost purple from all the blood in it. The strap began to dig into his shaft, and the nodules began to work their painful magic on the soft underbelly of his cock.

It felt like tiny needles dug into his cock. It was below the head where he was soft and tender, but the feelings were anything but soft and tender. It felt like hard rocks were pushed into his cock along with sharp needles. Whatever trapped his cock made it jerk up and down, and each time, the painful ring dug into his soft flesh.

Now, Michelle began to stretch him in both directions. She tightened his balls then back up to his cock to yank it higher, until both were stretched so far that they looked like they would pull free from his body. “I stretched your balls and your cock, Lester. How do you like that?” She ran her fingernails over the smooth corona of his cock. Her sharp nails did their magic and forced drops of his cum to leak out. She took her time to run over the head with her nails, as she pinched the soft edge until her nails drew blood, but Lester couldn’t move an inch or he’d yank his cock and balls from his body. When she finished with the head, it had tiny red scratches from her fingernails on the tender flesh. Then, her fingers went to work on his balls to slide her fingers over his balls as she slowly tightened on them until she got groans of pain from Lester.

Lester couldn’t believe what it felt like. Blinded by the mask, he couldn’t see what she did, and it made it more exciting, his mind conjured in his head what he felt. His cock got all the attention he wanted, even more. She rubbed, pinched, and sliced the head of his swollen cock, and Lester couldn’t stop the drops of cum that continued to leak out as if he came repeatedly. Then, she worked on his cum-laden balls, attacking them and squeezing them as if they were toys for her to play with.

She went to work on him, first with her hand then with the whip. She worked over his cock, but then, she took to his balls. Her slaps became more painful, but she always returned to slap the head of his cock as if it were a reward. From the look of the drops of cum that leaked out when she slapped the head, it was.

The whip was next, and it slashed harshly across his cock, slapping the flesh with a thud. Whatever trapped his cock and balls left them vulnerable, Lester was unable to move away, even when he jerked in pleasure. He felt the deep ache in his guts when she slapped his balls, and it felt as if she tried to drive them into his guts. Then, she stopped. There was silence, not a word out of her. He heard some mysterious noises, but he wasn’t able to ascertain what it was.

She took out the anal plug. Not even Heather had seen this. It was rather big and black. At the end of the plug was a small tube that ran to a ball with a small, round screw just before it. It was an inflatable butt plug. Once she got it seated in Lester’s ass, she would turn the screw until it closed, and then, she’d pump the ball and air would slowly go through the tube and into the butt plug. It would swell up inside his rectum, pushing hard against the soft muscles. He wouldn’t be able to do anything but take the stretching of his ass. She greased it liberally since Lester was still small back there in spite of her fingers attempting to stretch him. The butt plug would do a better job, and she could use it for punishment, making him wear it inside when he did something that she disapproved of. Or just because she wanted to do it.

Lester tried to control his breathing, but he was too excited, fearing what she’d do next made him aroused. Then, he felt her hands on his buttocks. Her fingers dug into the flesh, and she yanked them apart until he felt his anus stretch from the unnatural spread. He knew what was next, anticipating it, but then, he felt something different. It was wet and cold, but it wasn’t a finger that touched his anus. It was something much bigger; it covered his anus like a big rock. The pressure was slow and gradual, Lester breathed hard as he waited for the inevitable. His anal ring slowly began to open, feeling strange as it stretched and the hard object sought entrance into such a place. He didn’t cry out or beg her not to do it. It wouldn’t do any good, and he wasn’t sure that he didn’t want her to do it. She had shoved her fingers up his ass, and he found a strange, perverse pleasure that raced through his anus. He never expected to feel pleasure in such a place, but he couldn’t deny that her touch there sent exciting pleasure that raced through his body and ended up with the pleasure in his cock.

Michelle was afraid that it wouldn’t fit inside his ass without tearing him, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet. She pushed on the butt plug and watched as the sloped head gradually stretched his anal ring and began to slide inside. “Relax, it’ll go easier,” she told him, as his anal ring began to stretch wide. It took a while, but then, Michelle gave it one last push and the fattest part of the sloped head pushed through his anal ring. From there, it was easy. His rectum swallowed up the rest as his anal ring snapped shut on the sloping head, this time on the shrinking side so that his muscles betrayed him and sucked the rest of the butt plug into his ass hole. Michelle didn’t have to do anything. Soon, there was only the thick button on the end that kept the butt plug from being swallowed up by his ass hole. She tapped it to make sure that Lester knew she had control over it.

His anal ring burned as it continued to stretch open, fearing that he’d tear, but the pressure was relentless. It took him by surprise when the object suddenly pushed into his rectum and pressed hard against the soft, resisting muscles. He couldn’t control his inner muscles as they clamped tight on the intruder as if he desired it to be in his ass. Unlike her fingers, this object was bigger. His anus snapped shut on something slim, but inside, it felt like a hard rock was embedded inside his ass. It stretched him and left him that way. He felt it vibrate as she tapped it with her fingers, and it resonated deep inside his guts.

“There you go, Lester. It’s all the way in. It’s a butt plug; your very first. But, I have more surprises.” Her fingers wrapped around the ball, and with deftness, she pumped until it would go no more.

“AAAAAHHHH!” It shocked him when inside his ass felt like a balloon swelled up. It stretched him much wider than Michelle’s fingers or even the handle of the whip had done. It pushed hard against his ass muscles as they fought to push back, but they were beaten into submission.

“Yes, it’s inflatable, Lester. It will gradually leak out, but then, I can pump it again until it stretches your ass hole once again.” It was time to go to work on him. She’d make him cum, but she doubted that it would be as explosive orgasms like before. With his balls and cock tied tight and stretched, his cum would leak out, but it would dampen any spurting jets of cum. She’d pump up the butt plug to make sure. She would drain the cum from his balls, but it would be a slow process, and he’d suffer as he came.

Lester couldn’t believe the feelings he experienced. His cock, balls, and ass hole were tormented and bound, but it wasn’t just pain he felt. He was excited, especially when Michelle began to work on him. Her fingernails rode his cock, sharp pain, followed by excruciating pleasure that made his cock continue to leak his cum. He couldn’t cum, his balls were crushed too tight, and his cock stretched. He didn’t feel what he did when he came, but his cum continued to leak out, more profusely now.

The cum leaked out the head of his cock and covered it with a shiny sheen as she worked him over with first the whip and then her hand. She loved the cries she got from his lips when she slapped his cramped balls, no place to escape, only pain for him. She continually pumped up the butt plug when it deflated, and it still drew gasps from his lips when she stretched him on the inside. Michelle was so wet and excited as she saw her husband bound so expertly. She couldn’t believe what she did to his cock and balls. But, she needed her pleasure, and she wanted a cock to do that.

“I’m going to untie you Lester. I need your cock inside me. Give me a good ride and make me cum or you’ll suffer far worse.”

It took a long time for Michelle to untie him, first his cock and balls were released then his arms and legs. With the mask off, he looked down at his cock, the head still swollen and red. Beneath the ridge, it was a dark red and tender to his touch. She had already stripped off her clothes, and he saw the wetness on her pussy lips and her swollen nipples.

“You’ll keep the butt plug in. I like that.” Michelle lay in the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide. “Get over here.” She reached for his cock as soon as he kneeled between her legs. She grabbed his cock roughly to dig her nails into it and yanked it hard as though she tried to make it bigger, but that was what it took to make him harder. She knew him better then he knew himself.

He had no choice as she yanked him by his cock, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Her fingers curled around the shaft and trapped it, and he soon felt her fingernails dig into the flesh. It made his cock grow hard. He found her pussy slick and inviting and he slid in with ease until he smashed the head of his cock into her cervix. She didn’t cry out, but she took him with ease. Her hands reached around his ass, and she found the ball connected to the butt plug. Just her touch made it shudder inside him, but then, she pumped it up, and it made his cock jerk inside her as it pressed hard against the soft walls of his guts. If that wasn’t enough inspiration, her other hand reached between his legs from behind and her fingers expertly curled around his balls and squeezed them until she had him humping her frantically. She might have dragged his cum out when she tied his balls and cock, but the pleasure raced back between his legs quickly.

She knew just what to do to make him fuck her so urgently. She attacked his balls, but also, her hand would slip down between them so she could rub her sharp nail along the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of her. His hips never moved so fast, and she never let him slow down. His cock burned up and down her pussy with such pleasure. She couldn’t last much longer. She rubbed her clit back and forth on him as she fucked back. “Cum in me, Lester, or I’ll crush your balls.” She clenched his balls and milked them until she felt the first spurt of cum fill her with his hot cum.

He exploded in her as her hands worked him over with such pleasure. She didn’t squeeze his balls very hard; it was more as if she were milking them for his cum, and it worked explosively. He filled her as she came with him, her body heaving beneath him as her insides massaged his cock with such pleasure. Not even when she blew up the butt plug could stop the pleasure as his prostrate was massaged as his came.

He lay next to her, both of them content. They never said a word as both enjoyed the pleasure that ran through their bodies.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Michelle was the first one to say anything.

“Yes, let’s see what’s on tonight,” neither said anything about what happened. It was as if it nothing out of the ordinary happened.





Chapter 4





Bound and Tormented


It didn’t take Michelle long to find a house. Since she sold real estate before, she had colleagues that showed her the prime houses before they hit the market. It was the tenth one she saw that was perfect. She showed it to Lester that night, and he agreed. It was pricey, but his pay would easily cover it.

“I want to make you happy, Michelle,” Lester told her when he saw the house. “If that is your wish, we’ll take it. Make the deal.”

“It is, Lester. And I promise to make you happy, in just the way you like.” There was no need to explain anymore. They both knew what made them happy in the bedroom. Michelle enjoyed her newfound dominance, so exciting, and Lester got more sex than he ever had before, even though it was nothing like he’d ever expected.

* * * *

It was Saturday when Lester noticed something new in their bedroom. It would be difficult not to notice. On the four corners of their bed were leather straps with leather cuffs connected to them. The buckles glistened in the light, new, and shiny. He could smell the fresh leather.

Michelle followed him into the bedroom, wanting to see his reaction. He stared at the bed. She snuck up behind him, and before he noticed her, her hand reached around and grabbed his cock. It surprised him but not her. Her fingers curled around his stiff erection.

“AAAHHH! You startled me.” He felt her fingers curl around his cock, and he couldn’t control the violent contractions.

“Just the reaction I expected from you, Lester.” Her fingers gripped his cock tighter to contain it.

“Surprising me?”

“No, how hard you are at seeing the leather cuffs.”

“I’m more excited now with your fingers around my cock.” But then, she pulled her hand away, and his cock bounced as if it could find her hand again.

“Too soon, you’ll have to wait until after dinner. It’ll make it so much better, anticipation and the unknown always makes it better.” She went back into the kitchen to make dinner. Lester was eager, but so was she.

* * * *

As much as Lester enjoyed the football game, his team won, his mind never strayed far from what awaited him beyond the door of his bedroom. He saw Michelle’s sexy body make dinner, but his eyes were drawn to her nimble fingers as she cooked. He could feel them on his cock and balls, and he knew that she had something new to excite him.

Michelle made a nice dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, Lester’s favorite. She took the garlic bread out of the oven, and they sat down to eat. She saw the eagerness in Lester’s eyes. “Enjoy the dinner; everything else will await you later. Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you.”

Michelle made dessert, prolonging the dinner, but he tried not to be too eager, but his cock never lost its hardness. Just a glimpse of her hands made his cock hard. Finally, dinner was over, and he helped her clean the kitchen. He’d do anything to move onto his pleasure.

“Would you like to go into the bedroom, Lester?” It was more of a rhetoric question.

“Yes,” he said eagerly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress Michelle.” His cock swelled when the word mistress swept from his lips. He followed her into the bedroom. She still wore her regular clothes, not her leather mistress outfit.

Her riding crop was laid out on the edge of the bed, and she picked it up. She sat down in the chair near the bed. “Take off your clothes, everything.”

Lester never stripped naked as fast as he did that time. It wasn’t long before he was naked, the floor strewn with his hastily dropped clothes.

“Step closer,” she beckoned him with the riding crop.

His cock stood out in front of him as he moved in front of her. It didn’t take long before he felt the tap of the riding crop on his balls. He spread his legs wider to give her all the access she wanted. His cock jerked in pleasure when she lifted his balls with the riding crop, letting them fall before she smacked them with the harsh tip of the leather riding crop. Then, he felt more pleasure when she went to work on his cock.

“Hold you cock by the head. High up, so I can slap the entire shaft and just beneath the head,” she ordered him.

He obeyed. His fingers gripped the very tip of his cock, difficult with the drops of cum that leaked on the head. His fingers dug into the domed head as the riding crop began to work its magic on his cock. He dropped his cock a few times but eagerly gripped it again so he could enjoy the leather crop on his cock. She worked his cock over systematically, starting at the bottom until she worked her way to the head. Then back down, his balls suffered as the riding crop slapped harder, but he knew that his cock would receive the same harshness.

She worked over his cock and balls but not too hard. “It’s time, Lester. Lay on the center of the bed.” She watched him scamper onto the bed and lay flat. He didn’t have to be told, spreading his arms up high to each corner and then spreading his legs so submissively. She took her time securing him, enjoying the look on his face as she secured his wrists then his ankles. She spread his legs wider, just to show him the power she had over him. She soon had him bound tight. His cock jutted up majestically, hard and throbbing, bouncing eagerly as it sought out her hands and the riding crop. She stepped back and slowly undressed as if she were doing a strip tease just for him. She teased her nipples when they were bared, making them into hard points. She slipped her panties off, spreading her legs wide as her fingers stroked her slit until it was flooded with her juices.

He eyed her body as she stripped naked, so beautiful, especially when she excited herself with her fingers. He saw how wet she’d become. She finally climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside his thighs. He was disappointed when she dropped the riding crop on the bed but hoped that her fingers would touch him. It felt like his cock would explode if she didn’t.

“I’m going to get my pleasure from you, Lester. I’ve found that I enjoy abusing you, and you enjoy it as much. Bound, you have no choice now, and I can do my magic on you. I’m going to begin by stretching you, not only your cock, but also your balls. I know you’ll enjoy my fingernails; I made sure they were sharp tonight for your pleasure.”

He looked down at her fingers as they grabbed his ball sack. She yanked it up, not by his balls but the sack; Lester saw it stretch so far, unable to believe it could stretch that much. She used two hands to pull it out and up, until all the wrinkles were gone. He felt her fingernails dig into the soft flesh like pins in his balls. His cock twitched, and he wished it were her hands that touched it.

When she had his ball sack stretched, his balls hung down low. She caught him by surprise when she snapped three hard fingers against them with a loud thud. She was rewarded for her efforts by his cry.

“OOOOW!” Her fingers felt so hard when they slapped his sensitive balls. Then, she did it again but backhanded his balls and used her hard fingernails to slap. “OOOOOWWW!” It hurt more, but she stared into his eyes, and she had a smirk of pleasure on her lips. She slapped his balls four more times, each time harder. He jerked in pain, but when he did, the cuffs on his wrists and ankles dug into his flesh painfully. He couldn’t do anything but suffer beneath her tormenting slaps.

“How come you’re squirming so much, Lester? You can’t get away; you’re at my mercy, and I enjoy this. Now, it’s time for your cock. I know that you like that better, but I’ll still work at tormenting it.”

Lester stared as her fingers worked on his cock. She grabbed the head of his cock, and he felt her sharp nails seek out the soft underbelly of the head. It felt like pins were jammed into the sensitive flesh, and the pain increased as she began to yank his cock up into the air by the head. She didn’t stop pulling until it felt like all the wrinkles were taken out and the skin stretched like a rubber band. He never saw his cock so long. Not even the pain of her fingernail beneath the head could dampen the pleasure he felt.

While one hand gripped and stretched his cock, her other hand began to slap it. Not softly but harshly, backhanding it using the hardness of her fingernails to hit it to enjoy the loud thud. Lester’s body jerked as well as his cock, but she had all of him trapped and unable to escape her torment.

“OOOWWW!” It wasn’t so much the pain as the suddenness of the first slap. She slapped him hard, and it resonated all the way down the shaft to his balls. When his cock jerked in pleasure, her fingernails dug harsher into his flesh, but she refused to let up and release his cock. He was trapped, and she continued to slap his cock as though it were a punching bag. She broke the rhythm by slapping his balls, shocking him with the suddenness of it. Then, she began to twist his cock. His flesh, in spite of being hard, couldn’t fight her harshness. It felt like all of his cock flesh was gnarled by her fingers. When she did let it lose, she slapped it before she grabbed it again. Her fingernails found the flesh of the shaft and dug in with such determination.

She stopped, ready to move on. “This is called the mushroom, Lester.” She used two hands go grasp his balls and his cock in both of them. She began to pull up, taking his balls with her as well as his cock. When she stretched him as far as he’d go, his smashed cock and balls looked like a mushroom sticking up. Then, her fingernails went to work, jammed hard into the flesh, and twisted them as she yanked hard with both hands.

“OOOHHHWWW!” Lester never felt anything like it before. It was as if he couldn’t tell where his balls and cock ended and the other started. It felt like they were both compressed so tight that they’d explode. Then, he felt her fingernails. They didn’t just push into one spot, they moved around, finding new, fresh skin to puncture before moving on. It felt like she had two dozen fingernails and all of them were pointed like spears.

“It leaves you quite vulnerable.” While one hand gripped his trapped cock and balls and yanked them up like a mushroom, the other hand slapped the mushroom with a resounding thud, followed by a shrill cry from Lester like a wounded animal.

The pain shot through his belly, his balls felt like they were ruptured. “OOOWWWWW!” Before his cry was finished, she did it again, this time backhanding his balls with the thud of her fingernails. The bed shook as he struggled to close his legs and pull his arms free, but there was no relief.

Michelle worked over the mushroom for long minutes, longer than Lester cared to endure, but she grew wetter at his frantic movements to try to escape. It was futile. The leather straps were indestructible.

He could barely breathe as she slapped his balls with such painful regularity. Finally, she stopped and released him. His balls fell back down between his legs, but his cock instantly regained its hardness.

“Your balls are nice and relaxed and dangle dangerously between your legs. I’m going to slap them hard. It’s going to hurt, and I’m doing it because I enjoy your pain and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” She finally admitted it aloud. She enjoyed inflicting pain on him. She was a sadist, so that made Lester a masochist.

He could only lay there, bound, and spread while he waited for her hand. But, she picked up the riding crop, and he knew it would be worse. She let him suffer for long minutes, his eyes on the riding crop until it finally moved. It rose slowly up into the air but came down quicker, and then, it erupted in a powerful blow to his balls. It felt like she drove them into his guts. The crop moved away, but even before the pain in his balls dissipated, she swung the riding crop back and forth across his cock. The pain soon left to be replaced with the pleasure. His cock stung, but it felt good.

Michelle took Lester from pain to pleasure, back and forth until he couldn’t distinguish them apart. His cock danced beneath the riding crop. She no longer slapped his balls with the riding crop, but that didn’t mean she deserted them. She used her other hand to grip them tight. She twisted, turned, and dug her nails into them. His balls were subjected to such harshness as Lester jerked on the bed.

It had to be a half hour that Michelle worked on his cock and balls. No matter what she did, he found pleasure in it. He thought he’d cum a half-dozen times, but she seemed to sense it also, and his balls would be crushed until his arousal was dampened. Then, she go back to work on his cock, and he soon felt the pleasure build up again.

“Time for you to cum for me, Lester.” She used all her skills on him, and it didn’t take long. This time, she let him. She knew the bed would be a mess when he finished, but she didn’t care. She wanted to see him shoot. She gripped the shaft of his cock with her fingers; nails dug in deep as she slid her hand up and down, making sure that her nails tore through the sharp ridge on the head. She gripped his balls possessively, knowing she controlled his fate. She squeezed and twisted his balls but not enough to stop his impending orgasm. “Now, Lester, cum now,” she ordered, and he obeyed like a trained dog. She held his cock straight up into the air and watched as the first arc of white cum shot out. She had aroused him well; the first jet shot up over a foot before it fell back down under its sheer weight. She stroked his cock until a second jet was coaxed out by her hand on his balls. This one didn’t shoot as high but was more profuse, and her hand soon was covered in his hot, thick crème.

His body exploded and shot out cum as she stroked him so urgently. He watched his cum shoot up into the air and his balls drained by her clenching hand. His balls ached by time she stopped, her hand and his cock covered with his cum. Even when he finished, her hand still clenched his cock.

It was time for Michelle to get her pleasure. She knelt on his chest and pushed her pussy in front of his mouth. She saw his tongue stick out to please her, but that’s not what she wanted. “Hold still.” She began to masturbate, slowly rolling her hips back and forth as her fingers sought out all those special places that she knew so well. She stared into his eyes as he watched her fingers work their magic. She struggled not to cum, wanting to prolong it as long as possible. Only when she couldn’t last any longer did she order him. “Lick my ass hole while I cum.” She slid higher up, and she suffocated him with her ass, but she felt a wet, slick tongue push against her anus and soon felt it wiggle inside her rectum. Only then did she cum, and she came all over him.

He felt her sweaty ass on his face, but then, she came and he was covered with her cum. She came more than he did, or it seemed that way. After the last of her orgasmic contractions stopped, she got off his face so he could breathe again. She untied him, and he stretched his cramped muscles.

“I enjoyed that, Michelle.” That was the first time he said anything first after what she did.

“So did I, but I think I can find something new to thrill you next week.”

“I’ll look forward to that.” He couldn’t believe his cock stirred once again.

She looked down at his cock. She saw it move. “Put on your shorts and nothing else and come into the living room. There’s a good movie on television tonight, but if you’re lucky, I’ll make you cum again.”

And she did. With his shorts on, her fingers dug harder into his cock and balls and that gave her an idea for next week. First, she had to make them first, but Lester would definitely be surprised.





Chapter 5





Punishment Gloves


Lester took to his new job, reorganizing the company’s finances and beginning the search for a new financial program. His duties changed drastically. There was less involvement in the mundane everyday tasks of accounting, for he had a controller that oversaw that. His job was the overall strategy for the financial health of the company. It required more work, and his days ended later, but Michelle was always there for him when he got home.

She surprised him on Wednesday. They made love that night. Nothing kinky, her hands were soft, and she touched him delicately as though she might break his cock. While he enjoyed it, the orgasm that he got wasn’t like the others. He waited anxiously for Saturday night and his surprise.

* * * *

They went shopping for furniture on Saturday morning. The house was to close in two weeks, and Michelle had already found the furniture she wanted. True to his word, Michelle got $25,000 for furniture, and she spent every bit of it. The house they bought was big and their condo wasn’t, so they needed lots of new furniture to fill it. But, Michelle also bought him furniture for his “man cave” where he could have his male friends over and not bother anyone with their noise. They enjoyed a nice lunch while they were out. When they got home, they were both tired from shopping in so many stores. Lester hoped that Michelle wasn’t that tired.

Lester ordered out for dinner, in hopes of conserving Michelle’s energy. He saw the look of appreciation on her face. All he knew was that his cock was hard and the slightest movement of her hands made it jump in expectation.

Michelle knew that Lester couldn’t wait any longer and neither could she. She had worked hard during the week to get ready. It took longer than she expected, two full days. It wasn’t as if they made anything like it. This was handmade to perfection.

“Come into the bedroom, Lester.”

He stood up immediately. “Yes, Mistress Michelle.” He followed her obediently into the bedroom. His cock hard and it jerked violently in expectation. He saw the rope on the bed, tied to the headboard, but only a single rope.

“Take off everything but your shorts. I’ll be back in a minute.” She left him to change her clothes. She knew it wouldn’t take him long. She slipped out of her clothes and into a tiny bra and thong, bright red. On the hamper lay her surprise for Lester. She wouldn’t let him see it right away. She wanted him to feel it first.

He lay on the bed and waited impatiently. It took a long time before she came out. He was surprised that she didn’t have her leather Mistress Michelle outfit on, but the sexy bra and thong excited him nonetheless. He didn’t see anything in her hand, disappointed for a moment.

Michelle walked over to the bed. She picked up the end of the rope. “Lie on your side, facing the wall, and put your wrists together.” It took her a few minutes before she had him bound at the wrists. She pulled the end of the rope through the slats in the bed until his arms rose up high and out of the way. He couldn’t stop her, but he would still be able to move around on the bed. She took the black mask out of the drawer in the table next to the bed and put it on him.

His arms were bound and pulled up high, and then, he couldn’t see a thing when the mask was put over his eyes. He heard her walk away, but then, she returned. He felt her get on the bed behind him, but he didn’t turn over. She didn’t tell him to do that yet.

She had the black rubber gloves on her hands, but they were much more than that. The rubber was thick, and when she looked at the palms of each one, she saw her handiwork. She meticulously inserted a shiny, sharp tack in every available inch of the gloves from the inside and sealed them with tape. From the outside, the sharp tips glistened in the light. It had taken two days to do both gloves, but when she finished, not a single inch was left without a pointed tack sticking out. Each finger had tacks, especially the tips where all the action would come from. The outside of the fingers were covered with tacks so as not to miss any chance of coming into contract with vulnerable flesh. The palms were laced with tacks, starting in the center and working outward in a circular pattern. Anything grasped with the palms would find the sharp prick of the tacks. The back of the hand also was covered with tacks. When the hand was placed between thighs, both thighs would feel the sharp bite of the tacks. She took off her bra and panties as she got on the bed.

He loved the feel of her naked breasts pushed into his back as she snuggled up against him. Her lower body rubbed against his ass, sure that she was naked though he still had his shorts on. His cock was rock hard, ever since she bound his hands and blindfolded him. He couldn’t stop his cock from jumping in spite of his shorts cramping it; the thought of her hands on it sent it quivering in pleasure. He felt one of her hands come around his side and hoped it went to his shorts. Her hand rubbed along his naked side, but her touch felt different, cold, and dry. Then, he felt something sharp slice across his skin, not sure, what it was, but it made his cock stand at rigid attention. Her hand slid across his belly, and then, he felt more of it. She must have something on her hand; it was cold and impersonal. Her fingers pressed into the skin of his belly, and he felt it, sharp pricks of his skin beneath her fingers. Her hand fanned out over his belly, and he felt more of them, many more. The sharp pricks rasped across his skin, feeling it tear the flesh as it moved. She had one hand fanned out over his belly, just above the waistband of his shorts. She tightened her hand on his belly, and he felt so many sharp pricks on his skin. Her fingers dug them in deeper into his flesh. He pushed back to escape them, but she was behind him and wouldn’t let his escape. He was trapped. The hand slid up higher, feeling like hundreds of sharp points rasping painfully across his chest, but her hand didn’t stop until she got to his nipple. It felt like she traced the point of a knife around his areola, then her fingers reached out, two of them trapped his nipple between them and squeezed. He felt sharp points find the hardened tips of his nipple, but they weren’t to be denied. It felt like the sharp points would push through one side and come out the other. She twisted and pulled his trapped nipple as he struggled to escape. There was no relief for him as her fingers dug deep gouges into his nipple.

Michelle moved from one nipple to the next. Lester squirmed to try to get away, but she stopped him and made him suffer beneath her touch. She liked the way the gloves made him move. It would work well later when she had another surprise for him. “Do you like my gloves, Lester? I made them just for you. They must have two hundred tacks on them. I’m going to find soft, vulnerable flesh, but also hard, throbbing flesh. I’ll leave your shorts on, but only for a while. I want you to experience all the pleasure and pain my gloves will give you.”

He felt her other hand try to slip beneath his side, forced to lift up or suffer the harsh bite of the tacks on his flesh. She now had two hands around his waist. He was on his side, faced away from her, but her hands ran over the edge of the waistband of his shorts and began to move lower. He was disappointed when she didn’t touch his cock, but her fingers slid so close to it that it sent it into uncontrollable contractions as if begging to be touched. Yet, he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted. He was afraid she’d tear his cock.

Her hands slid down until she got to the end of his crotch. “Open up so I can get your balls.”

Lester pushed one leg out until it rose up into the air. He felt her hands slide down to run over his naked thighs, scratching the skin, but then, she put a hand on each side of his balls.

“Close your leg and trap my hand if you can,” she urged him.

“OOOWWW!” When he closed his legs, his thighs were punctured by the tacks, and the tighter he clenched his thighs, the more it hurt. But, then, he felt her fingers touch his balls. They moved slowly and gently.

She got into position, lulling him into a false sense of security. She had three fingers wrapped around the bottom of his ball sack on each side, with her thumb curled up just above the shaft of his cock and her two index fingers poised on his balls. Then, she did it. She squeezed brutally; her fingers trapped his balls between her two hands as she used all her power to squeeze. She was ready when he jerked spastically to try to escape, releasing her tight grip for only a second before she gripped his balls again with such power. Her fingers began to move urgently, always finding a new spot for the tacks to dig into. He humped abruptly as her fingers squeezed his balls and found soft flesh for the tacks to press into.

“OOOOWWWW! OWWWW!” She worked over his balls as she squeezed them so tight that it felt like she tried to drive them into his stomach, but it was the tacks that took its toll. They dug into the base of his cock, moving all around as the sharp tips tore into his hard flesh. As much as it hurt, his cock wouldn’t stop moving, jerking not to escape, but to push harder into her fingers. He wanted her hand to curl around his cock and give him pleasure.

“Do you want me to touch your cock, Lester? With my gloves on?” He humped his ass back and forth on her, rubbing her pussy as she kept him moving violently.

“Touch my cock, I want your hand,” he begged. She used one hand to cup his balls and then squeezed them until his cock bucked up into the air. Her other hand curled around the base of his cock, four fingers on one side and her thumb on the other. His cock jerked from the touch and forced the rigid organ into the tacks. Then, they began to clench and unclench on his cock; just as her other hand did to his balls. He couldn’t stay still as he bucked beneath her fingers. He never felt such pleasure and pain at one time before.

She kept him going for a couple of minutes, but it was time to move on. She pulled her hands away but only briefly. She opened up the waistband of his shorts and pushed one hand inside. The hand slid over his abdomen and beneath his cock. Her hand was palm down, but that is why she put tacks on the top of it to. His cock was trapped between his tight shorts and her hand. She was almost ready. Now, she put her other hand in his shorts, and she heard the material rip as it stretched too far. She found his excited cock and soon had her hand over it, palm down. She started off slowly, using her fingers to dig into the shaft of his cock as it pushed it down into her other hand. Her hand under his cock fanned out so fingers could find the tender spot where his legs met his torso and could also catch part of his balls with her long fingers. She began to work over his cock once again, this time no shorts in the way to protect him. It was the sharp tacks and his flesh.

His cock got the attention he wanted and more. The tacks scraped along his cock, but his rigid member jerked in such pleasure. His cock was scratched and punctured on the top and bottom, while his balls were squeezed and scratched with such intensity. She soon had him riding back onto her pussy as he tried to shove his ass back to escape, only to find her hands refusing to release his cock and balls.

“OOOOWWW! OWWWW!” She became harsher, running her fingers up and down his cock shaft as she masturbated him gently, but there was no gentleness as the sharp tacks raked up and down his shaft. He feared that she’d touch the head of his cock where it was more sensitive, but she didn’t. She seemed content to rip up the shaft. At least for now.

“Time to get rid of these shorts.” She didn’t need permission, he was bound, and she easily slid his shorts off, but not without the tacks finding soft flesh to abuse. “On your belly.” She pushed him until he was face down. She shoved his legs apart and kneeled between them.

He knew where she was going and soon felt her hands and the tacks attack his buttocks. Her fingers dug into his buttocks and yanked them apart. The tacks dug into his flesh and refused to allow him to clench his cheeks tight. Then, one finger began to slide up and down his crack, one finger with so many tacks on it. It started at his perineum but quickly moved up his sweat-drenched crack and paused when it got to his anus. She was gentle at first, but she could only be so gentle with the sharp tacks. He felt her ring his anus to send his muscles into uncontrollable spasms, but as his anus opened and closed, her finger was moving around his tight anal ring to find him vulnerable.

She watched as his anal ring opened up from the touch of the tacks on it, but then, she quickly moved her finger into the tight muscle harder until he swelled open by the brute force of her finger. She smiled as his anal ring slapped tight around her finger, his own muscles betrayed him as they snapped onto the razor sharp tacks. She began to move her finger deeper through the tight muscle until she had the tip of her finger in his rectum. Then, she made sure that he felt every movement of her finger in his ass. When she finally pulled her finger out of his anus, it had pink drops of smeared blood around the tiny opening. The tacks had worked their magic.

“On your back now and spread your legs wide.” She was surprised he turned over so eagerly, but she’d give his cock all the attention he wanted, maybe more than he could handle.

He couldn’t see her, but he could sense her. The bed moved. He felt her hand between his legs and one hand gently cradled his balls, but he knew that the pointed tacks waited for her to clench him tightly. His cock jerked excitedly when her other hand tried to grip it, but as it bounced back down, her fingers curled around the shaft to trap it. She had to do it tighter as the tacks found the hard flesh of his cock. “OOOOWWWWW!” He cried out when she goosed him suddenly. Not only were his balls crushed beneath her fingers, but the tacks also tore into his ball sack. Her other hand began to move up and down his shaft as she masturbated him, but her fingers didn’t move easily along the shaft; the tack dug and tore at his flesh. This time, her hand moved higher up the shaft, and she soon found the sharp ridge of the head of his cock and the soft underbelly. He felt an uncontrollable jet of cum shoot from his cock, but the slippery, hot fluid didn’t do anything to make her hand slid easier. She masturbated him while his balls were clenched and unclenched harshly. It felt like the head of his cock was torn and bleeding from the tacks.

Michelle laughed when he let loose a jet of precum. The slippery cum ran over the head, her fingers slid it over the head and shaft as she stroked his cock. She made sure that she tightened her fingers when they ran over the head, knowing it was the most sensitive spot. Each time she did this, he leaked more cum. She held his cock straight up into the air so she could take broad strokes. He jerked and cried out, but his cock stayed hard and continued to leak out his profuse cum.

He didn’t know if his cock would ever be the same. Her fingers tore up and down it, but no matter how much it hurt, he felt something else, the pleasure of her hand that urged the cum from his balls. But, she knew just what to do to keep him from cumming. She’d squeeze his balls until they ached, but then, her other hand would stroke his cock and bring his pleasure back. It felt like hours that she kept him on edge, taking him from the edge of pleasure, back to pain then returning to pleasure.

Michelle released him. It was time for his big surprise. “Don’t move,” she warned him. She took the tack gloves off before she put on the surprise. It took her a while to get it on, even after having practiced with it. She wanted everything right. She went back over to the bed, leaning over so she could take off the mask. She wanted him to see everything.

Lester couldn’t see for a second when the mask was pulled off, and he was confronted by the bright lights, but then, it all came into focus. He’d never seen Michelle like this, and he knew he was in for something new. Her breasts were bare, and below the waist, she was naked, all except for the strap-on she wore. He’d never seen one in person before, but he was confronted by it now. The harness she wore was red, but attached to the front of it was a larger-than-life cock in all the details. It had a darker red head that was bigger than the shaft, but only in girth. The shaft was long, too long and had life-like veins and bumps on it all the way to the balls beneath it. Her hand ran around the shaft and stroked it as if she could make it bigger.

“You like my cock, Lester? It’s a Jeff Stryker dildo. He’s a famous porn star, and as you can see from the size of it, he was substantial, over nine and a half inches of cock. Tonight, I’m going to take your virgin ass.” She had put the gloves back on. “But, first, I want you to suck it and get it wet.”

He couldn’t move away if he wanted to, and he didn’t, even though he feared how long it was. Her hand touched the side of his face; he felt the tacks as he froze in place and his mouth opened obediently as she sat next to his mouth. Her other hand pushed the cock down until he felt it on his lips. She pushed with her hip, and his lips clenched tight on the shaft as if he could give her pleasure with his mouth. She began to ride his mouth with her cock, sliding in and out over his tongue as it filled him. Her hand held him softly, but he knew if he resisted, the tacks would slice his face. He couldn’t stop her as she continued to drive inch after inch of cock into his mouth until it pushed too far and slammed into the back of his mouth. “GLLLUHGH!” He gagged, but she’d already pulled it back out, only to thrust back in with more power. The next time, the cock hit the back of his mouth with such power. He gagged once again, but she continued to press forward. He felt something he never expected to feel. A cock was pushed into his throat. He panicked, but her hand on his cheek kept him obedient as he was forced to swallow inch after inch of cock. It was as if a giant log was shoved into his mouth and down his throat. He gagged and choked, spit ran down his chin, but he could do nothing but take it. She began to fuck his mouth and throat.

Michelle never felt as empowered as she did now. She took Lester harshly and made him swallow her cock. She loved it when he choked on her power but wished she could feel the cock in his mouth, sure that he tried to pleasure her. It was time for her to take his virgin ass with her cock. This would be different from the other times she penetrated his ass hole. He’d have to take all nine plus inches before she was through with him.

He had tears running from his eyes from when he choked on her cock. She finally withdrew it from his mouth, but he knew he’d take much more up his ass. She wouldn’t stop until his ass hole swallowed every inch of the cock. Then, she’d fuck him, but it was her hands and the tacks on them he feared. He’d be vulnerable to her hands, and he knew that she’d take advantage of it.

“On your hands and knees.” He still had his hands tied to the bed, so he couldn’t move away, but she’d make sure that he moved around energetically while she fucked his ass hole. “Spread your legs wider,” she urged him. “I want your balls hanging down and vulnerable.”

He had no choice, bent over, his ass raised up in submission, his legs spread wide until his balls hung down dangerously between his legs. He felt her behind him, and it took only a second before he felt the cock on his anus. It was cold and slimy, thankful that she’d lubricated it. It felt so big and hard on his anus. He felt her climb onto his back, and then, her hands slid beneath him. One hand touched his balls, and the other found his cock. She held them gently in the tack-gloved hands.

She was ready. She’d planned this in her head for days now. He tightened his muscles as he was prepared for her. She began when she tighten one hand on his balls, twisting the trapped balls as she squeezed them hard. The tacks found soft flesh to dig into, and as she twisted her hand so she could scratch and tear at the flesh. Her other hand clenched on his cock but she only held still for a second. She began to masturbate his cock with broad strokes up and down the shaft. She made sure that her fingers found the soft flesh beneath the head and also ran over the smooth head. The tacks did their work.

Lester’s body jerked and jumped as her hands tore at his cock and balls. Each time she goosed his balls, he pushed back in defense, only to find the hard cock relentless in. There was only one choice and that was to go into his ass hole. The first time he pushed back, the thick head spread his anal ring wide and stretched it until it finally relented and allowed it to enter. It pushed hard into his rectum and fought his muscles that tried to push it out with ease. His cock was so hard and it made it vulnerable to broad strokes of her hand on the shaft. He felt such pleasure but also the pain. He jerked back, and another inch of cock went into his ass hole as his balls were subjected to such brutality. He couldn’t control his body as her hands took possession of him and made him dance on the cock that continued to penetrate his once-virgin ass hole. He took inch after inch before she stopped, but then, she drew it out. It felt as if his guts were drawn out behind it, but when the thick ridge on the head stretched his anal ring, she reversed course. She goosed him painfully once again; this time, he shoved back so far that it felt like at least six inches of hard, unforgiving cock was shoved back in to stretch him wide. She began to work him over, pulling out then forcing him to penetrate his ass hole on her cock. Each time she would clench him harder and tighter with her hands, each time he fucked back and took more of the cock in his ass. It felt like a baseball bat was shoved up his ass.

She looked down as she goosed him and he pushed his ass back onto her cock. His anal ring wrapped tightly around the cock as it slid easily inside him. His body betrayed him, and his violent movements fucked his ass hole on her cock. She didn’t have to do anything but withdraw it so he’d relive the painful thrust back in as he took six, then seven, now eight inches of cock in his ass hole. “Fuck me, Lester. Take all of my cock up your ass,” she cried out in pleasure as she rode him like a cowboy.

He never felt anything like it before. The fake cock touched places inside his ass that he never expected to feel pleasure. He was being taken brutally by Michelle, and he began to feel pleasure. Even the hand that stroked his cock began to bring him pleasure as the cum built up in his crush balls. Could she make me cum like this? He didn’t think it would be possible, but the longer it went on, the more he felt pleasure where he should only feel pain. He felt her shove all the way against his buttocks, and he felt all of the cock fill his guts. It was so big, the girth stretched him, and the length sent the head to the dark, depths of his balls. She tore it back up his ass hole then back down into his intestines. Her hands were always there to make sure he didn’t flinch away and took all nine and a half inches without regard.

She released his balls, so she could use two hands on his cock. She knew he wouldn’t last much longer. One hand stroked the shaft and the other worked over the head. Not even pushing a tack into his urethra could dull his pleasure. It only forced more of his cum to leak out. “Cum for me, Lester. Cum all over the bed.”

He couldn’t control the frenzied movements of his body as Michelle controlled him like a puppet, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he felt. It took only seconds before it happened. His body exploded, and he heard the powerful jet of cum shoot out with a thud to land on the bed beneath him. She continued to ride his ass hole as his sphincter clenched tightly as he came. He jetted load after load, all while his bowels were fucked and stuffed by the cock.

She finally stopped, but she didn’t move away from him. She left the cock up his ass, and her hands lightly fondle his balls and his shrinking cock. She unhooked the cock from the harness and moved back. The cock still jutted out his ass hole. “Push it out, Lester.”

He did it without being told. His muscles reacted to the invasion as they slowly rippled along the shaft. He felt the cock slowly pushed out his anus, inch by inch. When half of it pulled out, the weight pulled it down to stretch him in a place that shouldn’t be stretched that way, but he could do nothing but push out with his anal muscles until it finally pulled free and fell beneath him. Michelle got up, but she didn’t untie him yet.

Michelle took off the harness. It was time for her pleasure. She had a new toy for Lester. She brought it over to him. She untied him from the headboard. “Open your mouth,” she instructed him.

He’d never seen anything like this before, but he instantly saw its purpose. It was a mouth dildo. It stuck out about six inches from the strap that would go around his head, but the dildo went through the strap. When she attached it around his head, the other end of the dildo went into his mouth. When she tightened it, the dildo in his mouth went to the back and stopped almost precisely at the opening of his throat. He feared it though. Any frantic movement would send it into his throat and force him to gag on it.

She looked at him and had to fight the urge to laugh. He looked funny with a six-inch cock sticking out his mouth, but she lay on the bed and spread her legs. She’d taken off the gloves, as they were no longer needed. She grabbed him by the sides of his head and pulled him between her legs. “Fuck me, Lester. Give me the pleasure I deserve.”

Lester moved forward on his knees and bent over as she pulled him down into her pussy. He saw the wetness on her pussy lips, and he eagerly moved his head until he could judge how to move the cock that jutted out. He found the entrance of her pussy and began to push. “GGLLUGGG!” Some of the cock in his mouth went into the opening of his throat, but Michelle eagerly grabbed his head and forced him to impale her with his mouth cock. The pressure forced more in his throat. She had done this on purpose. He’d be forced to swallow the cock in his mouth while he fucked her. There was no other way. He tried to accommodate the cock in his throat as he began to push his head back and forth, as he fucked her pussy. It felt so strange to do it, but he saw the pleasure she got from it. He wanted to please her for she pleased him and made him cum.

Michelle couldn’t keep her hips still or her ass on the bed as she fucked back on Lester’s mouth cock. It felt so good, not as good as the real thing, but she liked how she subjected him to being throat fucked while he gave her pleasure. She took her time, letting the pleasure savor slowly. Lester worked his head continually, never pulling out.

It took a long time for her to cum, but Lester was eager to please. It was a special treat when she came, so up close and personal when she came on the cock that jutted out of his mouth. Even after her explosive climax, he wasn’t free until she took the mouth penis off and his mouth licked her clean. They took a shower together, and Michelle inspected him intimately to make sure she didn’t do any serious damage to him with her tack gloves. She was glad that she didn’t so she could use them again.


Epilogue

Within two years, Lester became CEO of the company. It thrived, grew to be a large company and he became a powerful CEO, respected and looked up to by all. Yet, no one knew that when he went home, it was Michelle that dominated their marriage, at least their marriage bed. And Lester wouldn’t have it any other way. He couldn’t believe that each year she thought of new things that excited him.

It was a year later that Michelle had a baby girl. As she grew up, Lester wondered whether she’d get inherit any of her mother’s traits.



