This tale comes in two flavors: the gentle, innocent one for those who prefer things soft and sweet, and the fierce, badass version. I adore both fantasies, but if it were up to me, I’d choose the softer path!
Thumper, this is about female chastity, specifically heading toward that bold ending. Please feel free to moderate if you think it doesn’t fit. Hope you like it.
Fanning the flames I was buzzing with excitement; it had been more than a week since I last saw my husband, and he was due home tonight. It had been a challenging week for me—barely a year into our marriage, we were deeply in love and lust. We made love at least once daily and spent most of our time together. Ben’s trip came as a surprise; while he was thrilled about it, I felt a bit nervous being apart for the first time. It didn’t help that our nightly calls often turned naughty, inevitably leading to some solo play.
It happened on the third night when things shifted slightly. As I neared my climax, his voice took on a firm edge—one I knew well—that alone almost pushed me over the edge. ‘Tease yourself, babe, touch yourself how I would. Imagine my hardness inside you; it’ll be ages before you feel it again!’ God, I loved him when he was demanding. ‘Don’t cum, save it for when I return,’ he whispered. ‘I want to surprise you. I want you needy.’ Days stretched on, and already I was dripping well. Surely I could manage a few more days?
The days felt like decades—hot, wet, lonely nights. How I survived them, I’m not sure; how I stopped myself night after night, edge by edge, is hard to say. My nights became sweat-soaked erotic dreamscapes filled with succubi, and I let myself go completely. Days were easier, though my clit burned and throbbed, especially at work where colleagues flirted with me, wondering what had gotten into me as they enjoyed watching my reactions. Evenings were the hardest; we chatted, flirted, and masturbated over the phone while he talked dirty, cajoling, encouraging, and enthusing yet still waiting. He finished while I wept tears of pure lust.
I was due to meet him at the airport in an hour, wanting to surprise him with something special. Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself off, enjoying the rough texture of the towel against my skin. As it passed between my legs, I whimpered quietly, tempted to rub a little more. It wouldn’t do me any harm; I had promised to keep myself for him, and besides, I was trying to dry off, not get wetter. Looking through my wardrobe, I picked out a sheer knee-length skirt that fit very tightly. Underneath it, I pulled on pale hold-ups, savoring the feeling as they encased my legs, compressing and teasing the soft skin of my inner thighs. I had planned to go without panties, but considering how worked up I was, I decided against it; otherwise, my skirt would be soaked before we even left the airport. Instead, I chose one of my cutest thongs—lemon yellow with a sheer front panel. It hugged my swollen lips closely, and I traced my finger along the seam between them, enjoying how the fabric transmitted every sensation. My lips were shaved smooth, visible clearly through the material; I knew Ben would appreciate that! Finally, I slipped on a matching yellow camisole trimmed with lace, paired with a low-cut fitted shirt that showed off too much décolletage and accentuated my narrow waist. A dab of perfume, light makeup, my highest heels, and an aroused state left me ready to go.
An hour later, he appeared through the gate, and I threw myself into his arms. This was supposed to be a loving reunion, but as his chest pressed against mine and his arms wrapped around me, my libido took over. I kissed him passionately, grinding against his hardening cock, honestly on the verge of cuming when a discreet cough beside us reminded me someone else was there. Looking very amused, Ben introduced me to Liv, one of his colleagues. As I extended my hand, she grinned, and I felt the blush rising up my chest and heating my face; in horror, my embarrassment made my nipples erect. Liv looked down, grinned again, and kissed me gently on both cheeks. Her breasts brushed against mine, her perfume intoxicating. Her presence was making me burn, and I had a distinct feeling she knew it. Fortunately, she said her goodbyes and left while Ben guided me firmly to the car.
I felt his hand on my hip, then cupping my backside. As my pussy gushed into my panties and my head swam, I sensed him teasing my buttocks while his tongue played wetly in my ear. Finally, when I could bear it no longer—about ready to fuck him right there in the car park—he whispered, ‘I’m hungry, darling. Aren’t you? Let’s have dinner.’
The Bastard! What on earth was he thinking? ‘Oh, before I forget,’ he said as we got into the car, ‘pull your skirt up to your waist, close your eyes—no peeking.’ I felt his hands stroking my soft thighs, caressing the junction between them and my aching lips, enjoying the smooth velvet skin near my pussy. I was whimpering now, though trying not to be, as his fingers crept into my panties, teasing my frothing wetness, circling and squeezing my clit until I stood on the brink of a much-needed climax. I felt the start of a monster orgasm building inside me. Careless of the wetness spilling down my legs, I slipped forward on the seat, spread my legs wide, and pressed my pelvis up into his hand, crying for more. Then he stopped, smoothing my panties back in place. As I panted with desperation, he told me to wait until after dinner but not to worry; he’d make sure I had plenty of distractions.
With a growing sense of horror, I looked down to see the tiny vibrator nestled in the gusset of my panties, pressed between my lips just below my clit, its remote control in his hand. It was going to be a long night.
Dinner was an incredible experience. The food was excellent as always, and half a bottle of wine went down smoothly, leaving a mellow buzz on the other side of what I couldn’t sit still—squirming with need while trying to concentrate on eating. The waiter was rather solicitous and very flirtatious; Ben took full advantage by turning up the vibrator every time he passed near me. I’m sure he guessed something was amiss as he kept grinning whenever my voice cracked—in fact, I think at one point he even smelled my arousal, his nostrils flaring. I was thoroughly humiliated but desperately turned on. By the time I was halfway through the meal, my panties were soaked and I worried about the state of my dress! I had been close to the edge several times already. I squirmed in my seat, clenching my thighs together and tensing for extra pleasure, savoring the buzz in my swollen clit and the slipperiness inside me.
Ben was smiling at me lovingly, but like a man up to serious mischief. Little did I know!
We walked into the house at last; hurried by privacy, wanting to throw off my clothes and fuck my husband senseless. Ben took his time, strolling in, carefully hanging up his coat while totally ignoring me as I tried to make myself—and my needs—known. In frustration, I unzipped my skirt letting it pool at my feet, stepped out of it slowly, pointing my toes and exaggerating the length of my stockinged legs, then climbed the stairs to our bedroom swaying my hips so Ben could see my panties peeking beneath my shirt.
He groaned—finally a reaction—and I felt his tread behind me. His hands reached up, resting on my hips beneath my shirt, smoothing over my skin and raising goosebumps all over me. Finally, my handsome husband was going to fuck me.
We tumbled into the bedroom onto the bed, kissing each other hard. His tongue flitted in and out of my mouth, teasing and fucking me with a promise of pleasures yet to come. I could feel his erection trapped against my bare thigh while his leg ground the vibrator into my clit. I ripped open his shirt exposing his broad chest, running my hands over it, holding back for a moment before burying my face in him. I felt his muscles and hair against me.
“Hey,” I sniffed the musky scent of a man, then started softly kissing his nipples, grazing them with my teeth. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded roughly, “beg for it.” So I did; like a harlot, I begged and pleaded: “Fuck me, damn fuck me however you please. Use me, I want you, need you inside me. Please!”
As I begged, he moved, pinning my arms above my head and securing them with ties that had been there all along without me noticing. I gyrated, thrusting my hips up toward him, begging with words and pleading with my eyes: “Use me, fuck me, abuse me,” thinking as I slipped steadily deeper into submission.
He tore open my shirt, buttons flying off to scatter across the floor; the air felt cool against my skin, shocking. I thrust out my chest, raising my breasts toward him, waiting for his mouth. I knew he would be rough—he loved tormenting me with my sensitive nipples—and he didn’t disappoint. Sucking one hard into his mouth, he clamped down until I cried out in pain, then repeated the action on my other nipple. Looking down, they were slick with saliva and red, swollen. Seeing them so lewdly alive, throbbing as they did, sent a wave of arousal through me.
His hands found the waistband of my thong; I raised my hips, and he pulled them off at last, freeing my pussy. He groaned like a starving animal devouring his food—no subtlety or gentleness here—as he pressed his tongue deep inside, tasting me, fucking me, pulling me open while letting his lip rub against my clit. I knew anything he did would send me flying. Normally smelling my own arousal might embarrass me, but in this state, it only made me hotter. I revelled in my body and sexuality, almost like a trance as the feeling washed over me.
It wasn’t long before I was ready; contractions started deep within myself, fluttering and clenching in my pussy. I knew I had to be careful because Ben was teasing, and if I wanted to cum soon, I needed to hide my reaction from him. If I didn’t, he would torment me for ages.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm the impulses until it was too late; unfortunately, he was so in tune with me that he used those signs to keep me even closer to the edge. Up and down for what felt like hours, I begged him, promising anything—being his slut, his slave, sucking him off daily—all just to be allowed to cum. He simply grinned, tied my legs wide apart to the bedposts, blindfolded me, and sank his length deep inside.
His cock felt like hot steel sinking into me, almost tipping me over as he bottomed out, wiry pubes grinding against my swollen clit. He pulled out slowly, leaving me gaping, aching, and empty. “Darling, I have a surprise for you,” he said before walking out.
My breathing ragged, thighs clenching in anticipation of stimulation that wouldn’t come yet because they were spread so wide, with cool air on my wet pussy and legs. I must have looked every inch the dream girl. So absorbed was I in my own world that I didn’t notice the footsteps; it wasn’t until I smelled her perfume—Liv’s? That is when I realized something had changed.
I wriggled frantically and heard her chuckle: “I could get used to this,” she said as she pulled off my blindfold. Ben muttered something inaudible, but opening my eyes revealed Liv’s beautiful chocolate-brown gaze looking at me. I took in her long dark wavy hair lying over tanned shoulders. She was stunning—wearing a waspie top but bare-breasted, with black panties and dark stockings. Her breasts were fantastic: full, heavy, yet as perky as could be expected for their size, tipped with hard, dark nipples. Exactly the kind of girl I’d told Ben I liked.
She sat by me on the bed, idly toying with my pussy as if she owned it. To put it mildly, I was gushing. Seeing her state of dress changed my embarrassment into utter lust for her. I tried leaning over to kiss some part of her in vain.
--------- Badass ending ----------- Ben walked over and started playing between my legs. Liv leaned in to kiss me while he did so; I couldn’t see what was happening but dimly felt things being placed onto me, mostly lost in the kiss. “You taste wonderful,” Liv told me with sweet honey lips. “I hope you like kissing me because I will want much more.” I only groaned in reply.
Ben started speaking: “Meet my new subbie darling. We’ve been looking for a while, but I have found her. She is my toy, but to you, she is Mistress; from now on, you do whatever either of us tells you. I’ve put a chastity belt on you to protect you from yourself. If you agree, it will be locked, and we hold the only keys. Liv gets all your orgasms from now on—starting tonight. She’ll enjoy my cum inside her while you endure unbearable torment and denial. You may not have me often again, so I hope you savoured that.”
I was shaking my head, deep in subspace but shocked to the core; nonetheless, my body told me clearly what it wanted. “You will be expected to give her as many orgasms as she wants,” he continued. “Your pleasure is tasting me inside her. From now on, your orgasms are at our whim—just enough to maximize frustration while keeping you crying with need. If you agree, lick Liv for the first of many orgasms. If not, we’ll have fun tonight and nothing more will be said.”
As he spoke, Liv lowered herself over my face; her musky scent drove me mad with need. Her lips were swollen and parting slightly, moisture visible on them smooth skin. There was only one option left—my body demanded it. Almost against myself, my tongue reached out to trace the line of her pussy from perineum to clit.
She dropped down, driving her pussy into my mouth while crying out in pleasure. Simultaneously, Ben closed the cold front panel over ‘their’ burning area and clicked the lock shut. “Best wishes darling,” he said. “Your fantasy is coming true. I hope you like it because there’s no turning back now; it may be a long time before you cum again.”
--------- Innocent version ----------- Ben walked over and started playing between my legs. Liv leaned in to kiss me while he worked; I couldn’t see what was happening but felt things being put into me, stretching and spreading me wide, mostly lost in the kiss. “You taste wonderful,” Liv told me with sweet honey lips. “I hope you like kissing me because I want much more.” I only groaned.
Ben began: “Meet my new friend darling. We’ve been looking for another girl for a while; well, I have found her.” As he spoke, I saw Liv rubbing herself, spreading wetness over her lips with one hand while teasing me with the other. “She likes you darling—a lot—and I’m sure we’ll both like her. I met her at the conference, and luckily she lives only a few miles away. She’s a very naughty girl.”
I was shocked to my core; had Ben been intimate with her? Did I want this? Was I ready? My body responded regardless—it knew what it wanted and sang to me as I writhed in pleasure. “If you agree, lick Liv for the first of many orgasms. If not, you and I will have fun tonight, and nothing more will be said.”
As he spoke this, Liv lowered herself over my face; her need was obvious, driving me wild. Her lips were swollen and parting with visible moisture on smooth skin. There was only one option—my body demanded it. Almost despite myself, my tongue traced the line of her pussy from perineum to clit, taste searing into me. She dropped down onto my mouth crying out pleasure as Ben drove his steel cock inside.
With that single thrust, my first orgasm crashed over me. I bucked against the restraints and moaned into Liv’s pussy while Ben continued driving in, igniting smaller orgasms along the way. “Best wishes darling,” he said. “Your fantasy is coming true. I hope you like it.”