My “Caught Masturbating” Fantasy It’s late at night, and I’m on the living room sofa, pleasuring myself. My wife walks in, glances sharply over to see what I’m doing, then heads quickly into the kitchen before returning with a wooden spoon. She orders me to turn around and bend over the couch. As I get set up, I feel that first sharp sting. She starts spanking my backside with little mercy, leaving it bright pink while calmly but firmly scolding me for daring to have an orgasm without her watching.
When the paddling stops, she lets me kneel before her, begging forgiveness. Then she tells me to stand up and walks into the bedroom, returning shortly with a chastity device. She locks it on me and says I won’t be allowed another orgasm for two weeks. But here’s the catch: those 14 nights will see me providing her with at least two orgasms each night while locked up, only getting let out every third day for a tease-and-denial session.
She gives me that sexy smile. “You can start now.” She slides down her panties, lies back, and spreads her legs. I eagerly lick her clit as I slide two fingers inside. That sweet scent of her feminine area intoxicates me. I bring her to climax with desperate effort. After a few moments, she orders me back into position for one more round of paddling. I don’t waste time getting there, and she continues until her pussy swells again from the arousal caused by her power over me.
She lies down again and commands me downward once more. This time it takes longer; my tongue feels tired, but I dare not stop because we both know I belong to her—she has full control. Her second orgasm is even more intense. As soon as I deliver it, I collapse. She gets close over me and whispers into my ear with the sweetest tone: “Such a good boy. If you can do that twenty more times before the week ends, I’ll take one day off your sentence. Now come to bed with me.”
She falls asleep quickly. I try to distract myself from her power as we lie together, desperately wanting release but unable to have it yet. I bury my nose in her hair and breathe deeply of her pheromones until a profound tranquility settles over me, knowing I’d do anything for my lady.
My Kitchen Slave Fantasy I’m serving out my sentence under chastity rules. At my wife’s command, I stand in the kitchen wearing only an apron and cock cage. She enters from another room dressed in her turquoise coat and boots with nothing else on underneath. She tells me to wash and rinse my hands. As soon as I dry them with a towel, she orders me to my knees, which I do without hesitation.
“Do you want to see what’s waiting for you under my coat?” she asks calmly. “Yes, please.” My heart rate picks up slightly. She opens the coat and reveals her nicely trimmed pussy. I really want to reach out and touch it but know that such an audacious move would bring swift punishment. So I stare eagerly while waiting patiently.
She smiles in approval of my good behavior. “Do you want to smell how nice it is?” “Yes, very much.” I can feel my erection growing within the device. The minor physical discomfort serves as a reminder of her control and actually heightens my arousal rather than diminishing it.
Speaking with temporary leniency, she says, “I suppose I could allow you to smell it. You’ve been good these past few days. Go ahead, sweetie—get as close as you like but no touching.” Still kneeling, I lean in and breathe deeply. Her fragrance quickly reaches my consciousness and makes my heart beat faster. I move my nose along the edges of her vagina, breathing with increasing desperation.
“That really excites you, doesn’t it, sweetie?” I’m breathing heavily. “Yes. May I please taste it?” She says sharply, “Turn around and put your hands on the counter NOW.” As soon as I obey, she delivers one sharp whack. “Sweetie,” she adds, “you know begging is only allowed when ordered. Now be good—get your nose back in here.”
After breathing her scent for a few minutes, she bends down and whispers into my ear: “Oh sweet hubby, you really want to taste me, don’t you!” I respond without hesitation, “I would do anything to taste you right now.” She smiles. “I know you would, sweetie. Tonight feels like the night for it. Go lie on the couch with your head toward the windows.”
I follow her command quickly. She walks over in her boots and coat, straddles my face at first just hovering. “OK hubby, you can beg me now.” I launch into what might be the most sincere and desperate begging of my life as she lowers herself closer to my mouth until finally my tongue makes contact.
At first, the surface of her pussy is dry, but as I push my tongue inside, a big gush of wetness bursts forth that had been building up. I quickly cover her labia and clitoris with these thick, sweet juices, lapping them up vigorously. “Just look at you, sweetie. You just love this, don’t you!”
“Mmm hmmph?” “Are you my little pussy monster?” “Mmm hmmmph?” “You do such a good job, baby. Now hold your tongue out and stiffen it for me.” Llll hlll!!! “Good boy.”
She slides back and forth on my tongue like I’m riding her. She runs her hands through my hair somewhat roughly, messing it up before grabbing a handful to use as leverage while she keeps sliding rhythmically. After about five or ten minutes, my tongue is numb, but the increasing speed of her movement tells me she’s approaching orgasm. She presses her clitoris hard against my tongue and begins moaning and grinding deeply. I suck firmly and steadily until she completes the orgasm.
“Good job; now stand up for me.” I rise quickly and realize with delight that she is reaching between her breasts to find the key to my chastity device. My cock stirs immediately at this thought. She sits on the edge of the couch, pulling me by the cage so I’m positioned directly in front of her. She guides the key toward the lock but stops short.
“Now honey,” she says, “you’re still under punishment, so you can’t come yet, but I really need to use your cock. If you feel yourself getting close, pull out and lick me until you’re ready to return inside and behave properly. Are you going to be good?” “Yes. I promise.”
She smiles, slides the key into the lock, and turns it. Removing the sheath followed by the ring, my penis feels a rush of fresh air and springs to immediate attention. She lies back, spreads her legs, and beckons me over with a finger. I position myself at her opening and slide in slowly. Looking down at her boots and thighs, I feel another surge of blood flow to my cock. Increasing speed and force, I begin fucking her. She starts moaning and offering verbal direction and encouragement.
“Mmmm. You’re such a good boy. Just keep fucking me like that and you’ll make me come again.” I focus my thrusts on her g-spot. The heels of her boots dig into my sides, further arousing me. Soon, feeling myself nearing orgasm, I slowly pull out and move down to her pussy, licking, sucking, and slurping in a frenzy while she grabs my hair, pulling my face firmly against hers.
“You need to get back inside me right fucking now!” I quickly hoist myself up into position. My cock slides easily into her with little resistance. Starting at medium velocity and speed, staying steady, before long she says: “I’m getting ready to come.” At that point, I maintain my speed but double the force.
I feel her nails digging into my back and hear a beautiful moan from her lips. Her pussy contracts and squirts as she comes.
“It’s a messy, wet scene. Even though I desperately want to keep pounding her and filling her with my seed, I remember where I belong. I pull out quickly and drop down to perform oral sex on her again, licking up every bit of her cum.
She tells me to keep going until my erection goes down. Once it does, I stop and let her know.
‘OK, stand up.’ She snaps her fingers twice. I get up and face her. She puts the chastity device back on my poor denied penis. ‘I know that if I left this off of you, you would certainly be naughty and as soon as I went to bed you’d steal an orgasm. Don’t forget, you agreed that your penis and your orgasms now belong entirely to me. You have at least another week before you are going to feel any release. A punishment is a punishment. I’m so proud of my hubby though. I know how bad you wanted to come and you did so well giving me pleasure without being sneaky and stealing some for yourself. When you’re all done with your punishment, I’m looking forward to feeling you pump two weeks worth of cum into me.’
She gives me a kiss and says ‘Thank you my wonderful hubby. I’m going to bed. Write a good song for me and don’t stay up too late!’
My Tease and Denial Fantasy I am now 8 days into my chastity sentence and my penis is regularly fighting to burst out of the cage. I am finishing up nightly kitchen chores naked, aside from a rather humiliating new apron that my wife bought for me the day before and the ever tormenting cock cage.
My wife seats herself on our sofa in the living room and calls for me. I walk to her and stand in front of her. She commands me to kneel at her feet. I waste no time and get down on my knees as quickly as I can.
She is dressed in her work attire rather than her usual pajamas at this point, mainly because she knows that I find her to be the sexiest when she’s in her office clothing.
‘Have you been doing your Kegel exercises, honey?’ I quickly respond. ‘Yes, my lady. 3 times every day for 10 minutes each time.’ She casts a skeptical look in my direction. ‘Sweetie? Are you being honest with your keyholder right now.’ I feel a sense of frustration, knowing that I have indeed been a very good boy when it comes to maintaining my lady’s property.
‘I promise you that I’ve been diligent.’ She gives me a slightly delayed smile. ‘OK, then. Why don’t you be a good boy and go fetch your lady the tape measure?’
I stand there for a moment, dumbstruck with curiosity. She gives me a stern expression. ‘Now.’ I run into the kitchen and return with the tape measure. I kneel before her and hand it to her. ‘Good boy. Are you ready for your little check up?’ ‘Yes. I’m ready.’ She smiles at me again. ‘OK, stand up!’ I rise before her and she reaches for the key to my cage. My heart races and my cock stirs. She grabs onto me by the unit and pulls me toward her.
She unlocks me and slowly pulls the tube from my shaft. I’m immediately struck with a raging erection. ‘Wow, sweetie! Look at you! Is your little friend happy to get out and get some exercise?’ I’m breathing heavy and feel an intense heat flowing through my body. ‘Oh my god, yes.’ She’s looking over my cock very closely. ‘Hmm, it maybe looks a little bigger. We’re going to start regularly measuring it to track your progress.’
‘As you wish, my lady.’ She looks at me with a look of care and tenderness. ‘Sweetie, you know that I’m a woman and I crave to be filled by a big cock. I need you to always be working to make it bigger for me.’
‘I will continue to do my best to be your perfect lover, with your guidance, my lady.’ She smiles in a very satisfied manner. ‘Good boy. Now lie down.’ I lie on my back and she lubes up my cock. ‘Now remember,’ she says ‘if you let me go past the point of no return, it’s back in the cage for an extra week.’
I gulp at the idea of 7 more days of this heightened state of desperation. ‘I’ll be good. I promise.’ She begins to stroke very slowly. Extremely slow and light strokes. I can feel my cock growing, desperately reaching out for the touch of her delicate hand. As she feels it grow in her hand she says ‘good boy’. I start to notice my heart beat and breathing increasing just as I feel her take away her hand, my cock left hanging erect in mid air over my belly. ‘Now stay up for me.’ I know the rules by now. If my penis touches my belly in 30 seconds or less, it’s going to be a little sore sitting down the following day.
At first I’m doing pretty well. My little friend is standing tall and proud like a little sea captain. About 9 seconds in, I see my cock make its first dip. My wife’s voice grows very stern yet patient. ‘Stay up sweetie. 20 more seconds.’ Her coaching sends a little excitement through me and I hang in there for another 10 seconds. I feel another dip more severe. ‘Stay focused on your keyholder, sweetie. Stay hard for me. At this point I’m really starting to strain and my dick is dipping further toward my belly. She grabs my thigh with her fingernails and digs in a bit. ‘No. Bad boy!’ I feel it touch my belly.
Before she gets a word out, I fetch her the paddle and assume my rightful position. My wife rubs her hand slowly across my bare and vulnerable ass and I suddenly feel a very sharp pain. It takes a moment of shuddering to recover. One down, two to go. A long moment of silence passes and then whack! I feel perspiration on my forehead.
She whispers in my ear ‘You know this has to hurt, honey or else you aren’t going to learn how to perform up to my satisfaction. Repeat after me sweetie, no pain, no gain.’ In between deep and excited breaths I repeat: ‘no pain, no gain.’ Whack! Ooooh that last one is always the killer. My legs shudder involuntarily for a moment and I immediately feel yet another whack. ‘OK, lie back down, snap snap.’
I lie back down and she begins to stroke me softly and slowly again. I begin to grow and she begins to more generously apply her touch. She works me to a diamond hard erection and begins to speak: ‘Oh sweetie, you really need to come don’t you! You know I think I’m going to let you cum tonight. We’ll just pretend it didn’t happen and you can serve out the rest of your sentence normally. How does that sound, my sweet obedient hubby?’
I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate, I’m breathing so heavy. ‘Oh yes, please honey, I need it so badly.’ I almost feel like I’m going to cry. ‘Hmmm’ she says in a more stern tone, ‘I really should be more careful about thinking out loud like that, sweetie. I would really be sending you and your little friend (two quick tight cock squeezes on the words little friend) here the wrong message. I’m sorry my sweet hubby. You are not going to come tonight. You have 5 days to go at the very least until you’re permitted any release.
I get a little angry. ‘Honey please! You already said I could. How can you just take it away from me like that.’ She grabs my dick alarmingly firmly. ‘Because this belongs to me. It is MY toy and I’ll play with it how I choose and if you question me once more about it, I will lock you up for the next two months without even exercise releases. Is that clear?’
‘Yes. And I going to come if you don’t let go.’ She quickly takes her hand away and a small bit of precum drip from the head for my raging and frustrated cock. ‘Good boy, now get down here and lick me to an orgasm. It’s getting late and I need to get to bed.’
I begin to move down into my usual humbling position when she says ‘oh, I almost forgot your cage.’
‘Can we wait until after I lick you, honey?’ ‘No sweetie, I’d really prefer it if you were back in your cage while you’re pleasing me. I know your sneaky hands too well.’
My Cuckold Fantasy - Scared Straight My wife is generally against the practice of cuckolding but after much deliberation decides to give me the experience just once with the condition that if she does it and decides that she likes it a lot, I must support her decision to continue doing it.
I’m thinking that it’s probably a bluff just to scare me a little but in spite of that thought it works. She
She wants to make things as unbearable as possible so I’ll be scared. Here are her terms:
- My cock stays locked in my chastity cage for two weeks before the cuckolding, with only a weekly release for cleaning. During week one, I get ignored sexually except when I please my wife orally. Non-sexual affection continues normally. In week two, she’ll tease me heavily both verbally and physically while I remain locked.
- She picks the bull, and I handle all transactions plus do a pre-screening interview to filter out any lowlifes.
- When we find someone who seems genuine and responsible, we meet with him for her decision. If no, we repeat. If yes, she and the chosen bull agree on a time and date for the ceremony.
- Upon the bull’s arrival, I serve drinks and food to my wife and him. They sit together on the couch while I kneel at my wife’s feet in my apron and cage.
- When they head to the bedroom, I can join them naked except for my chastity cage and a leash attached to it that my wife holds. This leash symbolizes both my submission and her unbroken connection to me.
- In the bedroom, I act as her fluffer or leg holder if she wants. I lick her until she’s extremely wet while she gets orally acquainted with her bull’s large cock.
- When she’s ready for his cock, I’m ordered to kneel beside her so my chastised penis is visible. She might also make me lie on my back beneath her pussy to watch the penetration closely. Depending on her mood, she may torment my caged cock verbally or physically.
- After the bull orgasms, I serve drinks while they relax and decide if they want a second round. If yes, I’m excluded from the room but can listen at the door.
- Once satisfied and the bull leaves, my wife makes me perform five minutes of oral on her well-fucked pussy before she temporarily uncages me.
- Then I mount my sexy wife missionary for five minutes of intercourse to feel the effect of her bull’s huge cock. This is likely done in that bored-wife mercy fuck style—when she isn’t quite horny enough for full sex but wants amusement. I must stop after five minutes and be locked back up without orgasm.
- No release until the next morning when I’m unlocked to fuck her any way I want, ultimately filling her with two weeks’ worth of come to reclaim her as my wife and queen. Despite my fear, I can’t resist her conditions.