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(MMF, nc, v, oral, mast, bd, tor) *** So, with that out of the way both Wendy and I have found a new sexual equilibrium in our relationship. Wendy set the stage with her "game" on our first night together, and I got my "revenge" six months later. Clearly there were no hard feelings from either experience because we’re still together and still having sex. Admittedly it’s not "normal" sex. But what IS "normal" anyways? For all its peculiarities, it’s still consensual... more or less. Once we’d each had our turns at the "big event" sort of sex play, things settled into a much more easily sustainable pattern. We still both enjoyed bondage and discipline, domination and submission, etc. It just wasn’t as over the top as those other two nights. Nowadays our most common game is the coin toss. When the mood takes us we will flip a coin. Sometimes it’s a metaphorical coin, taking the form of various kinds of wagers or whatever. But often it’s literally just flipping a coin. Heads, Wendy gets to have her way with me and do anything and everything that she wants. Tails, I get to be in control. We both agree that we will abide by whatever the outcome. No matter what the mood is... whether Wendy really wants to be in charge or not, if we flip tails, she will submit to anything I feel like doing. Likewise, I submit to her if the coin turns up heads, whether I was in the mood to be submissive or not. Tonight, that’s what we get. Heads. And clearly Wendy is very excited about that. "Strip," she says, flashing her "patented" evil grin, that sexually mischievous smile I’ve come to love so much over the past year. As I undress she sits in bed, still fully clothed, and motions me stand at the side of the bed. "Stroke yourself," she commands. "Stand right there and jack yourself off for me. But don’t cum." So... it’s going to be that kind of night, apparently. Orgasm denial is a popular part of our game playing, but I take comfort from the fact that it rarely lasts very long. Sooner or later, whichever of us is in control, we relent, or simply lose focus, and the submissive is allowed to get off after all. I take my cock in my right hand and begin to slowly stroke it. I’m uncircumcised, and Wendy has always been fascinated watching the foreskin stretch as I become more erect, finding some kind of extreme turn on in the moment when my cock finally gets hard enough for the foreskin to fully stretch back and leave the large purple head completely exposed. And so she watches closely as my hand works back and forth. I’m not burdened with the stereotypical male arrogance regarding the size of my cock, fully acknowledging it’s "average"-ness; six-and-a-half inches, give or take, and reasonably thick, slightly curved upward and just very subtly to the left. Wendy has always seemed satisfied with it, thankfully. She’s fond of touching it, studying it even at times. She loves to watch it change size and shape as it becomes engorged. She notes the change of color as it fills with blood, and remarks many times on how amazing it is that something can be that soft AND that hard at the same time. After about a half-hour of stroking myself for her study, long enough that I begin to suspect she just wants to watch me make myself cum right there, she finally sits back a little, leaning back into the pillows propped up against the headboard and stretching her legs out. "Come here," she pats her lap. "Lay across my lap." She positions me on my back, lying across her lap with my cock sticking straight up in front of her. She then directs me to continue jacking off. As I resume touching myself Wendy studies me even more closely. She leans in close and watches the way my hand moves over the shaft. She notices how the head of my cock swells slightly, the skin drawing taut and shiny as my hand strokes up the length of the shaft towards it, and "relaxes" just a little as my hand strokes back down the shaft away from it. She uses her fingers to wipe away the small drop of precum that squeezes from the head as I become more and more aroused, tastes it, and seems to count the number of strokes it takes for more to appear. Eventually she starts touching me herself. She doesn’t allow me to stop jacking off, but instead just lightly touches my balls with her fingertips. She gently places her hand over my own, following my ever stroke, learning the rhythm I use, the speed and force and pace that are uniquely mine, a pattern developed over years and years of self-pleasuring practice. She puts her left hand on my stomach, feeling the way the muscles there bunch and tighten with each stroke, and noting how that tightness changes with my mounting excitement. Suddenly she uses the fingers of her right hand to slap the head of my cock. Not too hard, but still it takes me by surprise. She continues, slapping the head every time it’s exposed by my hand moving down the shaft. Unconsciously I begin to slow my pace; reducing the number of slaps she’s able to give me. She tells me not to stop, to go faster in fact, and she increases the speed of her blows to match. She slaps me harder and harder, gradually causing more and more pain. "Don’t cum, baby," she says, and continues using her hand to punish me while I continue to pump my fist faster and harder. Wendy loves the feel of my smooth, wet head beneath her fingers. She’s turned on by the idea that I could possibly make myself cum while she’s physically hurting this very sensitive part of my body. And she’s right, of course. I could most definitely cum doing this. It’s not that I necessarily enjoy pain, because I don’t. I enjoy the idea that SHE enjoys causing it. It’s hard to explain, but it’s a tremendous turn on for me to know that this beautiful young woman I’m with takes pleasure in exploring the limits of punishment she can inflict upon me. The pain itself is not the turn on... it’s the thought that the "sweet", "innocent" Wendy likes to play with it. And I suspect that she feels the same way, when our positions happen to be reversed. Finally she stops, and she tells me to stop as well. She lightly brushes her fingertips over the head of my cock, now extremely tender after her previous attentions. She cups her hand over it, and then touches it with the cool back of her hand. Finally she leans down and kisses it with her soft lips. She’s feeling it’s warmth, marveling at the heat she’s created with her punishment of it. "Fuck me," she says simply. I move off of her and begin to undress her. She’s wearing a button-up half-sweater over a tight fitting t-shirt. I remove the sweater and touch her breasts through her shirt, feeling their familiar shape, the firmness. I’m hopelessly in love with her breasts, and think they are the perfect size, fitting my hands like they were made for it. I feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric, poking out into my palms. Enough teasing myself, I think, and lift her shirt up and off. I skillfully unclasp the plain white bra she’s wearing and toss it aside, taking just a second to gaze at her stunning naked chest before kissing each nipple, her stomach, and then unbuttoning her jeans. Pulling her pants down past the curve of her hips, watching her lift up slightly off the bed so they can slide past the roundness of her ass, the reality of my relationship with this gorgeous creature strikes me, as it does from time to time. I’m truly blessed to be here, to have this achingly beautiful woman willingly sharing herself with me. It’s an abstract element to my attraction, but one that once in awhile takes my breath away. Pants off and thrown aside, I use my mouth to tug at her panties. I get them down just a couple of inches with my teeth before taking them the rest of the way with my hands, leaving my face where it is, just an inch from her perfectly trimmed pussy. Her scent is intoxicating, and I literally can’t help but dip my mouth to take a brief taste, savoring her flavor as much as I savor the sharp gasp it elicits from her. But that’s not what she ordered me to do, is it? So I keep the memory of her sweet taste in my mind and move up the length of her body and kiss her passionately on the mouth, sharing that taste with her. I bite her lower lip gently as I press the head of my cock, so recently whipped by her slender fingers, into the depths of her tight, wet sex. And I fuck her, just as she asked. After the initial gentle probe I drive myself deep inside her. I feel the grip of her pussy around my cock, feel it squeeze me and draw me into her. I piston in and out of her hard and fast. Her legs come up around me, ankles locking behind the backs of my knees. She arches her back, pressing those perfect breasts into my chest and clawing at my ass with her hands. Despite evidence to the contrary, Wendy’s not always exactly "adventurous" when it comes to sex. At least not the actual ACT of sex, of sexual intercourse. Typically she’s more than satisfied with the missionary position. Granted that’s almost always preceded with some pretty "adventurous" foreplay, but the act of fucking is rarely more inspired. This time however she stops and changes positions, shifting into "doggy style", her on her knees with her face in the pillows. I kneel behind her, take her hips in my hands and plunge my cock hard into her, driving her further into the pillows and muffling her cry of pleasure. This is "fucking", just as she wanted, not "love making". I’m pounding into her, doing my best to make her cum (before I do). I reach beneath and rub her clit with my fingers, stroking and squeezing it in rhythm to my thrusts. She grips the sheets in her fists, moaning loudly into the pillows, thrusting her ass back into me with equal force. "Don’t cum," she moans out, and it takes just a second for me to realize she’s talking to me rather than herself. And then she pulls away again, changing positions once more. Now she has me on my back and she straddles me, lowering herself onto my cock and bouncing up and down, no longer being fucked but rather fucking me. Or perhaps fucking herself WITH me. I grip her thighs and watch her breast bob up and down, glistening in the half-light of the room as the sweat rises on her skin. Her soft brown hair is matted to her forehead, tangled from her thrashing her head in the pillows. She touches her stomach, her chest, cups her own breasts and pinches her nipples as she grinds her pussy up and down my cock. And then, before I can cum, she pulls away and moves up my body, letting my cock flop out and stand unfulfilled as she lowers her dripping pussy onto my mouth. I eagerly lap at her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling my tongue back and forth over it. Her juices run down over my chin as I lick up and down the entire length of her sex, from her clit all the way back to her asshole (a sensation which nearly sends her through the ceiling). Meanwhile I reach my right hand down to start jacking myself off again. But she sees me and catches my wrist in her hand. Still riding my mouth, Wendy pulls both wrists up above my head and secures them with the leather cuffs that we keep there at all times (for just such an emergency). As she fastens the clasp on the first one I feel the initial shudder of orgasm shake her body. With the cinch of the second clasp she cries out and grips the headboard, driving her pussy down onto my mouth as she cums, hard and loud. She keeps herself there until the very last wave of orgasm subsides. Then, she slides down and curls up against my side, resting her head on my shoulder. "Do you enjoy doing that," she asks. "Do you like making me cum with your mouth?" "Oh god, yes," I say. I’m telling the truth, I LOVE making her cum like that. But I’m also still hard and turned on, having yet to cum myself. My voice is ragged, tinged with desperation as I slowly move my own hips, futilely thrusting my cock into the air and hoping she’ll finally reach down and take me in her hand, finish me off. "I love the idea of cumming in your mouth. It turns me on just to think about your mouth tasting me... of your mouth and tongue having my juices run over them. Sometimes I touch myself and just think about you with cum in your mouth," she trails off, her hand absentmindedly caressing her breasts. After a few minutes I begin to suspect that Wendy has fallen asleep, satisfied by her orgasm and the idea that she’s tied my hands so I can’t finish myself off without her. But then she gets up and moves into the bathroom. I hear the shower run, and when she’s finished washing I hear the sounds of her rummaging through drawers and her closet. Then it gets quiet again and I wonder what she’s up to. She steps back into the room and I see that she’s partially dressed now, wearing a skirt and bra, and is obviously in the process of making herself up. Without a word she comes over to the bed and begins stroking my cock again, making it hard and taking it into her mouth. She strokes and sucks me for several minutes, seeming absolutely dedicated to making me cum at last. But one of Wendy’s greatest talents is her ability to bring me to the very edge of orgasm, literally a fraction of a second away, and then stopping at EXACTLY the right moment to keep me from cumming. Any longer and my orgasm would have already begun and I’d cum anyways, even after she stopped touching me. But her gift is to know the last possible second she can push it to and then leaving me painfully unsatisfied. Which is exactly what she does this time. I cry out in protest as she releases my cock, but she just goes about the process of tying me up the rest of the way. When she’s finished I’m bound spread-eagled to the bed with the pillows propped under my hips to thrust my cock into the air and expose my ass and my balls. Finally she secures the ball gag into my mouth. And then, with that evil smile, she reaches for the phone. "Hey, this is Wendy. Is Charlie there? Okay." There’s a pause then, and she takes the moment to casually stroke my cock. "Hey, it’s me," she says into the phone, still touching me. "You remember what we talked about the other day? Yeah, well he’s ready. No, I haven’t told him. It’ll be better if it’s a surprise. Are you still up for it? Good. Yes, of course I still want you to bring that. Absolutely. Oh, he’s earned a lot more than that, believe me. What’s that? Sure, if he’s interested tell him to come along. The more the merrier," she winks down at me. She hangs up the phone and slaps the head of my cock once as she walks back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Ten minutes later there’s a knock at the door and Wendy, now fully dressed and made-up, goes out to answer it. I hear male voices and she leads two men into the room, one of them carrying what looks like a briefcase. "Holy crap, you weren’t joking," the other man exclaims. "Nope, it’s the real thing guys. Are you guys ready for this?" They both nod that they are, and Wendy begins undressing them one by one. I watch as she strips each man naked, and then falls to her knees in front of them and takes one man’s cock into her mouth, stroking the other man with her hand. When they’re both fully hard she stops and comes to the side of the bed. One of the men comes over with her, while the other climbs onto the bed down between by spread legs. "Baby, I’d like you to meet Charlie," the man behind her, "And his friend Rick," the one between my legs. "They’re my assistants tonight." Suddenly Wendy is pushed down onto the bed, nearly falling across me, as Charlie tears her skirt off forcefully. She doesn’t seem surprised by this however. Nor does she seem surprised by Rick, as he takes hold of my hips and presses his cock up against my exposed asshole. I whimper behind the gag. Wendy is pulled up by her hair and Charlie proceeds to rip her shirt open. I notice she’s not wearing a bra or panties. She’s thrown back down onto the bed, bent over the edge facing me, and Charlie grips her waist. Her eyes flutter closed for a second as the man behind her unceremoniously plunges himself to the hilt into her pussy. But she opens her eyes in time to look into mine, watching my expression as Rick forces his cock deep into my ass. I grunt and moan behind the gag, but it’s no use. Both men begin fucking us hard and fast. Anal sex had always been a fantasy of Wendy’s, before I’d finally made her fantasies come true by inviting over some friends to use and abuse her awhile back. Since then I guess her fantasy had become to watch ME being fucked like that. So here she was, watching me, studying me with the same fascination with which she’d always studied my cock. Within minutes she was already having her first orgasm. The man fucking me kept up his rhythm, pushing deeper into me it seemed with each thrust. I hadn’t even noticed at first but at some point he’d taken my cock in his hand and begun jacking me off. Despite the pain and humiliation, I could feel my arousal mounting. Again I say it’s not so much the pain that is the turn on as it is the idea that Wendy is turned on by watching this. She’s turned on enough to arrange to have this happen to me. It’s a turn on for me to know that it’s a turn on for WENDY to torture and punish me like this. And as if on cue I suddenly feel the familiar stroke of a whip on my cock. Wendy has taken up her favorite crop and is now savagely whipping the head of my cock, the man fucking me holding my cock still so she can aim, even as the other man is fucking her harder and harder. She cums again, louder this time, and her blows to my tortured member get even harder. Her orgasm fades, she regains her composure, catches her breath, and we both hear Charlie grunt as his own orgasm approaches. Wendy stops whipping me and quickly removes the gag from my mouth. She grabs my hair roughly and looks into my eyes. "Open your mouth, right now," she orders. "Keep your mouth open and your tongue out or you will be SEVERELY punished!" With that Charlie pulls out of her pussy and she scrambles to get out of his way as he climbs up on the bed beside me. Still gripping my hair to hold my head still Wendy reaches around and takes Charlie’s cock in her other hand and begins stroking him, pumping him in her fist and aiming the head of his cock directly into my open mouth. Within seconds I see the telltale signs as the head of his cock swells and turns an even deeper, darker purple. Wendy jacks him off and makes sure that the first jet of his cum spurts right onto my tongue. She continues working him, watching as my mouth fills with another man’s cum for the first time. "Swallow every single drop, baby," she says. He’s shaking and moaning, cumming hard, every thrust of Wendy’s fingers along his shaft squeezing even more cum out of him. Finally it’s more than he can take, the pleasure too great to sustain and he falls aside. Wendy leans in close to me. "Swallow," she says. "How does that taste? Do you like that? You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted to watch you suck another man off, baby." I was dazed and overwhelmed by the moment, but not so much that I missed the irony of that statement. I hadn’t actually sucked him off. I’d just opened my mouth when he was already cumming. Hardly the same thing...though I wasn’t about to comment on that. The man in my ass finally pulls out and goes into the bathroom. I hear water running and presume he’s washing up. Meanwhile, Charlie retrieves his briefcase and heads to the foot of the bed. Wendy joins him and watches as he takes out what appears to be a tangle of straps and wires attached to a small battery pack. The two of them begin fastening the straps first around the shaft of my cock, cinching them tight to keep me erect, and then around the base of my balls, also cinched tight and stretching the skin of my scrotum taut over my unprotected balls. Next they connect a series of fine wires from the straps to the battery pack. Suddenly, I feel a sharp but very pleasant tingling in my cock and balls. The wires are delivering a steady, mild electric current through the straps. Charlie whispers some instructions to Wendy and then she moves up beside me to explain. "Supposedly that thing there will do two things. Right now it’s on only high enough to keep you erect. At this moment, with that thing hooked up the way it is, your cock will stay hard indefinitely, no matter what any of us do to you. And while that certainly sounds like fun, and it was the reason I originally ordered it from Charlie here, it’s not the only thing we’re doing with it tonight. Oh, hang on, Rick’s back for more." Rick comes back out of the bathroom, his cock still hard and freshly cleaned. Wendy motions him over and he climbs up into the same position Charlie had been in moment before, kneeling above my face. Wendy reaches up and strokes him right in front of my eyes. "Open up, baby," she says, and this time she guides the cock into my mouth. For the first time I feel the swollen thickness of another man’s cock press onto my tongue and thrust down into my mouth. What’s worse is it’s a man I don’t even know. I’ve never met this guy before, and I have the impression that Wendy hasn’t either. Wendy invited Charlie over, and this guy just tagged along. He doesn’t know me, he’s only here to use my ass and my mouth and to watch Wendy torture me. Wendy watches silently for a minute, clearly rapt by the sight of my lips stretching around another cock. Rick begins moving in and out, fucking my mouth the way he’d fucked my ass. This is what Wendy has been fantasizing about. And I know it won’t stop here. After what seems like an eternity, my jaw aching from the unfamiliar exercise, I feel the cock in my mouth swell. Simultaneously the tingling electric sensation being administered by Wendy’s new toy increases. Before I have time to wonder about that Rick grunts and thrusts all the way into my throat, exploding cum into me. Wendy pulls him back just a bit, saying she wants me to have to taste it all before I swallow. He fills my mouth with burst after burst of his hot, salty cum, and I struggle to swallow every bit. Finally, when he’s finished, he climbs off of me and I try to catch my breath, resting as much as is possible with the alien device buzzing away on my own cock. And as though she’s reading my mind, Wendy fits the ball gag back into my mouth again. I look at her and notice that she’s holding the batter pack and twisting the control knob on top of it. There’s a corresponding increase in the charge running into my tortured cock. Now it’s more than just a mild stimulation, just keeping me hard. Now it’s ecstasy. "What’s my number one rule when we play these games," Wendy asks. "Do you remember?" I nod, unable to answer around the gag. "The number one rule is that you are absolutely FORBIDDEN to cum, under any circumstances whatsoever. No excuses, no reprieve. It doesn’t matter to me how good something feels or how turned on you are. You absolutely will. Not. Cum. Understood?" Again, I nod. But my eyes tell what my mouth can’t... with the toy buzzing on me the way it is right now, I won’t be able to help it for long. "That’s setting number 6, baby. I could leave you like this and see how long it takes for you to break my rule. But this thing actually goes up to 10." She turns the dial another couple of clicks, slowly, looking into my eyes as she does it. Then she twists it all the way to the top, and I let out a muffled cry. My cock and balls almost explode with pleasure. It’s as though I’m already having the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I can feel it all the way up into my chest and down into my toes. I pull at the restraints, try to thrust my hips into the air. "Here’s what you have to look forward to now, sweetie. That thing is about to make you cum. I’m told it will be the most overwhelmingly powerful, mind-blowing orgasm you could ever possibly imagine. And I’m not going to let it stop. The second thing this toy is good for, besides just keeping you hard no matter what, is prolonging your orgasm past the point of pain. I’ve watched you baby. I know that after a certain point you can’t stand me to even touch your cock after you cum. Well this thing will keep going all through your orgasm. It won’t slow down, it won’t let you rest. You’ll scream in pleasure at first, but soon it will be too much. And it’s just going to keep going and going." I try to beg with my eyes, but Wendy just smiles. "And of course that will mean you’ve broken the rules of my game. And once that happens you’ll have to be punished, won’t you?" I feel the inevitable orgasm getting closer... just seconds away now. "After awhile of letting you suffer through that endless orgasm, I’ll start whipping your balls. I know that’s the most painful thing I can do to you. And this time it will be ten times worse than it was that last time I did it, because I’m going to leave the toy going. Every single time your cock pulses, every time a spurt of cum jets out of the head of your cock, I’ll bring this crop down hard on one of your balls." With that promise in my ears and that evil smile on Wendy’s lips, the first explosion of cum shoots out of my cock. It’s beyond words, impossible to explain. The mixture of pleasure and pain is indescribable. And it just goes on and on. There’s no slowing down. If this were Wendy’s hand doing this (and if I weren’t bound hand and foot) I could just push her away when it got to be too much. But not this... I’m helpless and forced to endure more than I can bear. And of course, inevitably, through the agonizing pleasure I feel the bed shift as Wendy gets into position, and the torture takes on a whole new dimension as the first stroke of Wendy’s crop slaps down hard on my balls. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40