Out of the cage after 24 days
Best Friend is coming over Sunday Afternoon. I'm a bit nervous about it.
I spent the morning playing computer games and drinking coffee. I just had toast for breakfast, because my stomach is full of butterflies. I’m nervous. 24 days since I was put in a chastity cage.
Today is the day my wife decided to let her friend paddle me, and I think her friend is a little… Careless? Unconcerned? It’s not her husband or boyfriend she’s hurting. I know she wishes it was. In his place, stands me. What does she care if I am too sore to sit for a few days? Bruised or swollen, she won’t care a bit. And I’m sure she’ll get all excited and want oral. She really likes the Dominatrix role, but my wife and I are the only people she has to play with.
I can’t help but wonder what percentage of women would love to play these games; dress up in black lingerie, mild torture and the strapon for the boyfriend, and endless oral for them. I bet it’s more than half. “I get to feel wild and powerful, slam him with a strapon, then relax and get a half hour of pussy licking.” I know relationship dynamics can prevent some things from ever being said. But this is an easy sell for a playful woman, especially if she is happy with her appearance.
Men: there is something you should know about Asian Women. Generally, they are much more like men in their attitudes about sex and romance. Sex and romance and romantic love can and do exist. Sure. But sex also exists as just a transactional thing. There is NO expectation that all sex has anything to do with romance. Sometimes it’s just a physical act.
So to my wife, having me serve her friend with my mouth, or take some CBT or paddling from her Best Buddy… It’s like we went out to dinner together. It’s just a thing we can do for fun. My Wife realizes no love affair is going to come from this to destroy her marriage, so it’s just having some fun, like if we all went to Dave & Busters.
I’ll give a full report after this Sunday...
Best Friend shows up, late afternoon, starting early. They are both giddy, girlish, feeling silly. My wife tells me to go get ready, which takes some time because I’m not sure what they want. I know they have chatted about what they want between themselves but nobody has told me anything. I’m very nervous. I know they want to paddle me, and will probably want my mouth, but I don’t know the rest of their plans.
I know this much; I want this fucking cage off. Nobody is teasing me or edging me. I just spend hours giving foot massages and sucking her toes or licking her ass or licking her pussy. I thought I would get more pleasure from this. I expected teasing and attention, but I am just a Servant Mouth.
“Servant Mouth and Tongue” – Remember that phrase. That’s the phrase you should associate with a chastity cage. Not ‘Edging’ or ‘Teasing’. “A Servant Mouth that gets his balls hurt.” And now for two of them. Plus the paddle I’m going to get.
And I know something else. Their plans include being drunk, which is not good news for the sub. These are small women, about 105 lbs. It takes very little to get them drunk. Best Friend brought some spicy curry kind of thing and they are nibbling that over a bit of rice. They made a pitcher of Pina Colada. They are getting into the Dominatrix Mood, and pay me the token disrespect of conversing entirely in a language I don’t understand. The only English is to tell me to refill their drinks and carry Best Friend’s gym bag into the bedroom.
As I head to the bedroom, my wife says, “While you’re in there, get all cleaned up. I put your outfit on the bed.” I have a pair of flannel pajama pants that are ancient, very worn out and those are thrown across the bed. Shower, all clean, put on the pj pants.
When I come out, they are eating and drinking. Just a little something with fish and rice. The pitcher of pina colada is exhausted. We are downstairs, removed from the little unused bedroom / bondage play room.
My wife comes to me. She gives me a kiss and one hard squeeze of my balls. Always with her, hurting my balls. She heads for the shower, and I am left alone with her Best Friend.
She says, “Make another pitcher of pina colada. Then get over here.”
So I make a pitcher, and poured her one in a tall, clean glass.
Best Friend is sitting on the sofa when I hand her the drink. She is obviously in a very good mood, smiling, almost giggling. There is a thick carpet on floor in front of the couch. She folds her arms, holding the glass in one hand, and she gestures with her foot to the rug in front of her. “Get on your knees right here.”
And I hesitated. This is not my wife or girlfriend, so I resent the commanding tone. I think she realizes what I’m thinking and says, “Before you say ‘No’, remember I am going to be paddling you tonight.”
So I do the smart thing and kneel in front of her. “Massage my feet”, said with a smile.
This is already going to be a rough night, and I’m not looking for ways to make it harder. The last time Best Friend showed up for this kind of play, it turned pretty rough and I was sore for days. And it was humiliating to have this person who I barely know watching me get the strapon, and milking me and feeding me the result.
So I kneel, and take off her shoes and start kneading one of her feet.
I am in a more vulnerable position than her last visit, because this little event is explicitly about corporal punishment, and I’ve been in this fucking cage for 24 days. 24 fucking days. And every comment or complaint is met with the same solution, “Massage my feet, suck my toes, lick my ass, lick my pussy. Vibrate my pussy while you eat my ass. More oral. More oral. More oral and some punishment for your balls.”
Last night, when we went to bed; she just sat on the edge of the bed. I came out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth, and she’s waiting. “Get down here and lick me.”
So I kneel on the floor next to the bed and lick her for 8 or 10 minutes, until she grabs my head with her thighs and has her orgasm.
“So now you’re not going to give any attention to me? That’s pretty selfish, isn’t it?”
“You Poor Thing! Now come up here and we will put you to bed. You need some attention.”
So I lay down and get 8 or 10 minutes of horrible testicle squeezing. Hard squeezing and fingernails. Laying on her side facing me, me laying on my side facing her. She got my left testicle in her hard little fist and never let go. She played around with the other hand, and ticked and scratched my other one, and it went on and on. Hard pulling. Teasing with the fingernails, almost pleasant. Squeezing with the nails pushing in, very painful. Eight minutes or more of that. It was fucking agony.
“Oh! Ow! Ow! Ok, ok whatever… enough. Ouch!”
“No. It’s not enough. It’s just what you need. You’re going to learn to obey more, and enjoy it. I’m going to keep squeezing until I think you are done complaining.”
“Hurts! Really hurts. Oohhhh! Unghhh!”
“Shush. You’re lucky I give your balls so much attention.”
“The nails hurt. Really hurt… Nails...”
“Ok. Ok. Not so much nails, more pulling. You like the pulling feeling more?”
And she’s laying up against me, and she gives me a big open mouth lover’s kiss while she pulls on my balls as hard as she can. I groan into her mouth.
This level of play is recent in my mind. So I massage the Best friend’s feet. She’s smiling. The foot I’m not massaging sticks it’s toes into my mouth with a giggle. Very soft, salty, clean. “Get your tongue between each toe.” Feeling my tongue start pushing between her toes produces a big smile.
“We need to persuade your wife that you should eat me again. Right? I think you like that idea. You’re a lucky boy!”
She continues, “And I’m going to ask her if I can fuck you sometime. Would you like to get your ass fucked by me? I could say, ‘Hey, just let me just try it on. I want to see it on me.’ And once it’s on me and (your wife) is standing there, and you’re kneeling there, you know she would let me. I would really fuck you hard! So hard and deep you pass out! Wouldn’t that be exciting? I just want to murder you with that thing!”
Best Friend has clearly become interested in playing Dominatrix, but doesn’t have a boyfriend. So Her fantasies are just floating around looking for a man to attack. It’s not that she is romantically interested in me. She is interested in lots and lots of oral servitude that she need only repay with a whip and a dildo.
My wife takes plenty of time in the master bedroom suite, and comes out in a heavy, navy blue bathrobe. I see black stockings on her feet. Best Friend immediately heads for the shower and whatever is in her gym bag. All this bathing right before we start means they both want licking.
My Wife; “She’ll be ready in a minute. Let’s get you fixed up.” And she takes my hand and we go upstairs to the useless bedroom.
There is a half ladder in there from when I set the hooks. I climb up and take off the empty smoke detector housing, and clip about 20 inches of chain to the hook. The same 20 inches for the other hook. I use carabiner clips to attach the spreader bar to the chains.
While she puts the cuffs on my writsts, my wife is very sweet and affectionate. Kissing me deeply, stroking my chest. Gently caressing my balls. “Oh, Love. This will be so fun. You will remember this your whole life.”
“You think I’ll be nostalgic about spending a month in chastity followed by an ass beating?”
“No. But you’ll remember the first time I kept you in chastity. You’ll remember being trained to cum from my dick. This maybe the first time you have a whole new sex kind of cum.” Imperfect English.
She asks, “What do you want today? Spanking and handjob? Or Spanking and strapon? Maybe you can cum from strapon now.”
I say, “You decide. Play your game today.”
I lift up my wrists and she uses the little ladder to clip them to the spreader bar. “Ok. My plan: first we beat your ass so, so hard. So hard you cry. Very submiss in your brain. Then one of us fuck you with strapon, and see if you can cum. First that. If you can’t then we’ll decide what to do.”
Long ago we bought a gag, but we never used it but once. It just sat in the bedside table. But when Best Friend enters the room she has it in her hand. And she is also carrying paddles and the tawse. One is the large, heavy wooden fraternity paddle. I fear that thing. One is like an over sized hairbrush, thick and heavy and almost as large as a ping pong paddle. There is a Scottish tawse about 18 inches long, and the 12 inch long black leather paddle.
Best Friend sticks that gag in my mouth. It sticks into my mouth almost 2 inches, close to making me gag. And I’m terrified that I can’t easily use a safe word. First the gag, then the spreader bar on the ankles, clipped on, using small dog collars for cuffs. I’m immobilized. They forgot the blindfold though.
They get a few more things. They want their entire baggage train in place before they begin. It takes them a few minutes to get all their things. They place all their equipment on the little old end table that needs to be refinished. They have a small, blue tooth soundbar, two rocks glasses with ice, and my bottle of Aguavero Orange Liqueur – a light sweet, fruity tequila. Water based lube. A hand towel, a full sized towel, the little black plate, the big black headband for skiing that we use as a blindfold, and the noise canceling headphones I use when I go shooting.
I see the headband and earphones, and I realized something I said to my wife stuck in her mind. After the meeting at the Korean Buffet I said to her, “I have to admit. (The Widow’s) description of how she would close off all of her husbands other senses while she fucked him – that sounds like a Hell of an Experience.” It was a trivial remark, but she seems to have marked it.
They are chatting nonstop, happy and excited. The only thing they say in English is, “We should have some music. What do you think? What do you want to hear?”
My wife opens spotify on my phone. She starts Playlist #1, which is slow paced songs. The Rolling Stones are playing, “Waiting for a Friend” while the girls take off clothes and select paddles. Best Friend leaves her black panties and matching bra on, probably because she feels modest in comparison to my wife’s Big Fake Breasts.
My wife, under the Robe, has on the Whole Dominatrix Uniform. Black basque corset, black stockings, black panties put on last so they can be removed without taking off the stockings. (Pro-Tip)
My wife unties the drawstring to my ancient flannel pants and pulls the string out. With great aplomb, she pulls at the seam on the side and rips them open down the leg all the way to my foot. Now I’m chained, and naked except for a chastity cage and some rags around one foot.
They are sipping the tequila, which I strongly recommend you try for yourself. Great sipping liqueur.
After some negotiation, they each pick up a paddle. Best Friend has the heavy over-sized hairbrush and my wife has the long leather tawse.
Wife is on my left behind me, Best friend over my right shoulder. Wife forehand, Best Friend backhand. Just as they are ready to begin, the next song comes on. It is Led Zepplin’s Kashmir. Play that on your computer, right now.
The first slap is with the tawse. It hurts but not too bad. It’s the kind of thing that needs 15 or 20 strokes to start really hurting. It makes a sound like ‘TAP!’ It’s not a gentle tap, that’s just the kind of sound it makes.
The second stroke is from Best Friend. It hurts like a Bastard from the first. It’s so fucking heavy. It makes a ‘Platt!’ sound as it splashes into the flesh.
It takes a second for my wife to recover and aim her flexible weapon, so they naturally fall into a rhythm, taking turns.
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
And almost immediately they fall into the rhythm of the music. By the time Kashmir ends I’m in agony. I want to say to them, “you’re both hitting on my right!” But I’m gagged so all I do is grunt when a blow lands. “Mooph!” is all I’ve got to say.
It really, really hurts. Especially on my right cheek. That cheek is getting the END of the tawse, which hits the hardest, and 100% of the wooden paddle. It’s fucking killing me, like I’m on fire.
They stop about half way thru Kashmir. I know it’s just been about 3 minutes of ass beating. I’m panting a little bit. It’s a little strenuous because you tense up so many muscles. And I can’t help thrusting my hips forward as they swing.
They stop to refill their drinks and have a couple sips of that sweet, fruity tequila. Best Friend holds her drink in one hand and reaches around to cup my balls. She isn’t squeezing, just cupping and fondling, and it feels oddly nice and secure. Having an attractive woman take control of my balls seems comforting and secure to me, because I’m a fucking pervert. Of course she could be crushing me, so just the hold reemphasizes my helpless situation. They are talking in Asian, but my wife says one thing to me in English. She runs her hands over my ass, judges the heat of my flesh and announces, “Not a bit of blood or cut, and just hot skin. You can take a lot more! You a big strong man.”
And Best Friend contributes, “Really, it’s good for you. You’re getting a real sex adventure!”
For those Gentle Readers who have never been paddled by a Dominatrix, let me tell you something. The *Weight* of the paddle makes a huge difference. It makes a big, huge, burning, bruising difference. A heavier paddle just delivers more physics, hurts worse and hurts faster.
They put down their drinks and pick up their paddles. The music begins playing “Big Log” by Robert Plant. Play that song now so you can hear it as you read. They have switched positions, so now the other ass cheek is getting beaten. They try to keep up to the heavy beat of the music. Big Log isn’t very long, but by the time it’s over I’m struggling.
They kind of naturally break when the song changes. The next song is Led Zepplin, “The Rain Song”. A really beautiful, gentle piece of music.
They talk and now only my wife is holding a weapon. She has the big, heavy wooden fraternity paddle. She has been talking about using that for about 3 months. She mentions it almost every day, and now the day has come.
I won’t drag this part out more, except to say it was agony. That heavy, long monster hit my ass and it was like fire. Like being punished with sitting on a grill. Best Friend has come in front to look me in the eyes while I get it, and play with my balls. One arm is around my neck like we were dancing and the other reaches down. A few times, right after the paddle lands, she immediately squeezes my balls. “Does that make it better? Does it change what you’re thinking about?” She’s smiling, close enough to kiss, gripping my balls as my ass is burned.
I think I got less than 30 strokes with it, and she came up to look at my face and decided it was enough. I was struggling not to cry. Pure Flaming Pain.
They finish and talk it over. They stand behind me and examine their work. I know from later that I’m flaming red and have a few very fine cuts from the edge of the tawse.
And while they chat, my wife is putting on Her Royal Harness and the ME2 dildo. Her Big, Black rigid vibrating strapon. She gave the key to the chastity cage to Best Friend, and while she is smoothing out straps and turning it on Best Friend takes off that fucking cage. My dick started inflating immediately.
And here’s the remarkable thing, Gentle Reader. I was in so much pain, and so much accumulated sexual frustration, that just the sight of my Wife putting on her cock made me think I was going to cum almost immediately. Just watching her put on that big black dick almost made me cum. A good pegging is a weird and wild bit of sexual stimulation mixed with a lot of pain and helplessness. But right then, going almost a month with no sexual stimulation, full of endorphins, I wanted that fucking thing pounded up my ass so bad I can hardly express it. Really, I had never, never wanted it so bad. I was on the edge of orgasm just from watching her put it on. I didn’t say it, but I was thinking, “I beg you. Please give me a deep, deep hard, punishing ass fucking. No mercy, just pound me. No Mercy, 100% Deep and slamming hard. I’ll lick you endlessly, if you’ll just punish me to orgasm with that big dildo.”
And more; When she had the thing on, they dropped the towel under me, and went back to the equipment table. Take the little towel and wipe some drool off my chest, caused by the cock gag. Drop the big towel on the floor under me. On with the big thick black blindfold/ headband, then the noise canceling earphones.
It’s suddenly like I’m alone. It’s a really isolating feeling. Noise cancelling head phones work amazingly well. Complete Silence. But I do feel Best Friend holding my balls tight and giving me just a tiny bit of stroking with the other hand. I grunted, “Umh! Umh! Umh!” to try to let her know she was going to make me cum too soon and ruin the whole month long experiment.
They must be talking but I can’t hear it. Best Friend pulls down hard on my balls, as I feel My Wife’s dick between my ass cheeks. She has done this a number of times and has no trouble immediately locating my asshole, and knows the angle she wants.
Just a small problem. We haven’t done this in two month. It’s like I’m a Virgin. The thing feels impossibly big. Just huge. It’s been so long, and it feels like it will tear me apart. But the muscle has limited strength, and there is a lot of lube. She does this Battering Ram kind of pushing hard, relax, push hard, relax. I’m trying to relax even though I’m standing and my balls are being hurt. At some point there is a sharp pain and a burning feeling, and the dildo breaks into me.
My Wife does not believe in waiting for me to get used to it. She never has. It’s part of the Dominatrix mood for her, so just one or two heartbeats after popping the head in, she pushes all of it in. Long and fat and vibrating like mad.
I have to tell you, this is a hell of a way to get a pegging. The Older Korean Widow really knew what she was talking about. Unable to move my hands or feet or even my tongue, not hearing a thing, blindfolded – all there is to my entire sensory experience is the dull pain of the grip on my balls, and the feeling of being fucked. The almost sickening pain of testicle squeezing and that weapon sliding into me.
The Wife starts slamming me. No slow, gentle pegging from her. Both of her hands grab my hips and the slamming begins. BamBamBamBamBam!
I squatted down just about 1 or 2 inches, sticking my ass out more. The exact opposite of what I had done during my paddling. I was thrusting back at her because I really, desperately wanted a Deep, Hard, No Mercy Fucking, and I wanted the angle just a bit lower. And when the angle is lower, that thing that vibrates like a paint shaker stroked across my prostate with each thrust.
My wife’s pet phrase was finally 100% true; “So good for you. Just what you need.”
Maybe they said something to each other, because Best Friend let go of my balls, and – I think- took my dick between the palms of her hands. She didn’t jerk me off, but there was a tiny bit of movement as she held me. I bet I was filling her hands with pre-cum.
And My Wife’s dick was amazing. I couldn’t see and couldn’t hear but I bet I was leaking like a broken faucet. Every thrust hurts, but less and less each time. Every thrust rubs and stimulates one of the most sensitive spots on my body, but more and more each time. The burning, stretching pain is gone. The helpless feeling is ten times previous peggings because of the beating and the sensory deprivation. Once the head pops into your ass; you control nothing.
It didn’t take long.
Getting a pegging feels oddly helpless, because you control nothing. Not the pace of your thrusts or even the clenching down to delay orgasm. The guy is just feeling.
And I feel a very weak, strange orgasm, without the surge of pleasure. Pleasure for sure, but not like orgasm. 20% of an orgasm. And the feeling like my balls are going empty, like a weight has been lifted off them. More relief than orgasm. Relief but little pleasure.
They stop, and I’m just hanging there panting. I know I must have made a tremendous mess. I can’t hear or see and nobody is touching me. But after 3 or 4 minutes the dildo is shoved into me again.
And the fucking is a little different. Like moving up and down, instead of deep in and out. Wiggling kind of. I realize Best Friend is doing the fucking now and she’s never done it before. My Wife does it better. Still, it’s stimulating and with more lube added I don’t mind the extra fucking at all.
I learned later that my wife fucked me for such a brief period, because she was so excited from my paddling and using her weapon that she came quickly. She was just as excited as I was to see Her Royal Harness back on her. She had not gotten her favorite sex for 2 months. She Loves that thing. That's why the Best Friend took over. My wife was just as 'on the edge' as I was.
While the Friend is fucking me, My Wife must be in front of me, because I feel a nice warm wet mouth on my dick. It’s so welcome and so long overdue. That tugging sensation of being sucked. It’s heaven. I know she must be getting loads of pre cum in her mouth, but that doesn’t last long. I just focus all my attention on that warm sucking feeling and cum a huge amount into her mouth. An amazing orgasm, like a warm wave breaking over me as I thrust a little into her mouth.
I don’t know what’s said, but Best Friend is already behind me, and she unbuckles the gag. My wife reaches up and kisses me and pushes most of my cum into my mouth, with a nice firm ‘Remember Who Is In Charge’ grip on my balls. I swallow. It’s really not that bad.
They take off the headphones and headband. I’m so tired I just want to lay down, but part of me wants more sex to really empty me. I’m just exhausted and can barely stand. As they unclip my wrists and ankles I say, “Oh my God. I’m so tired. I have to lay down.”
But there are other plans. My wife says, “Not yet. You have two girls to eat. And I want mine very slow. Slow, with ice in your mouth.”
And Best Friend says, “And I want mine to have a lot of ass eating. You’re the best at that and I want a lot. Then my pussy, then you can sleep. Oh, and I want to try the ice thing too.”
I spent the morning playing computer games and drinking coffee. I just had toast for breakfast, because my stomach is full of butterflies. I’m nervous. 24 days since I was put in a chastity cage.
Today is the day my wife decided to let her friend paddle me, and I think her friend is a little… Careless? Unconcerned? It’s not her husband or boyfriend she’s hurting. I know she wishes it was. In his place, stands me. What does she care if I am too sore to sit for a few days? Bruised or swollen, she won’t care a bit. And I’m sure she’ll get all excited and want oral. She really likes the Dominatrix role, but my wife and I are the only people she has to play with.
I can’t help but wonder what percentage of women would love to play these games; dress up in black lingerie, mild torture and the strapon for the boyfriend, and endless oral for them. I bet it’s more than half. “I get to feel wild and powerful, slam him with a strapon, then relax and get a half hour of pussy licking.” I know relationship dynamics can prevent some things from ever being said. But this is an easy sell for a playful woman, especially if she is happy with her appearance.
Men: there is something you should know about Asian Women. Generally, they are much more like men in their attitudes about sex and romance. Sex and romance and romantic love can and do exist. Sure. But sex also exists as just a transactional thing. There is NO expectation that all sex has anything to do with romance. Sometimes it’s just a physical act.
So to my wife, having me serve her friend with my mouth, or take some CBT or paddling from her Best Buddy… It’s like we went out to dinner together. It’s just a thing we can do for fun. My Wife realizes no love affair is going to come from this to destroy her marriage, so it’s just having some fun, like if we all went to Dave & Busters.
I’ll give a full report after this Sunday...
Best Friend shows up, late afternoon, starting early. They are both giddy, girlish, feeling silly. My wife tells me to go get ready, which takes some time because I’m not sure what they want. I know they have chatted about what they want between themselves but nobody has told me anything. I’m very nervous. I know they want to paddle me, and will probably want my mouth, but I don’t know the rest of their plans.
I know this much; I want this fucking cage off. Nobody is teasing me or edging me. I just spend hours giving foot massages and sucking her toes or licking her ass or licking her pussy. I thought I would get more pleasure from this. I expected teasing and attention, but I am just a Servant Mouth.
“Servant Mouth and Tongue” – Remember that phrase. That’s the phrase you should associate with a chastity cage. Not ‘Edging’ or ‘Teasing’. “A Servant Mouth that gets his balls hurt.” And now for two of them. Plus the paddle I’m going to get.
And I know something else. Their plans include being drunk, which is not good news for the sub. These are small women, about 105 lbs. It takes very little to get them drunk. Best Friend brought some spicy curry kind of thing and they are nibbling that over a bit of rice. They made a pitcher of Pina Colada. They are getting into the Dominatrix Mood, and pay me the token disrespect of conversing entirely in a language I don’t understand. The only English is to tell me to refill their drinks and carry Best Friend’s gym bag into the bedroom.
As I head to the bedroom, my wife says, “While you’re in there, get all cleaned up. I put your outfit on the bed.” I have a pair of flannel pajama pants that are ancient, very worn out and those are thrown across the bed. Shower, all clean, put on the pj pants.
When I come out, they are eating and drinking. Just a little something with fish and rice. The pitcher of pina colada is exhausted. We are downstairs, removed from the little unused bedroom / bondage play room.
My wife comes to me. She gives me a kiss and one hard squeeze of my balls. Always with her, hurting my balls. She heads for the shower, and I am left alone with her Best Friend.
She says, “Make another pitcher of pina colada. Then get over here.”
So I make a pitcher, and poured her one in a tall, clean glass.
Best Friend is sitting on the sofa when I hand her the drink. She is obviously in a very good mood, smiling, almost giggling. There is a thick carpet on floor in front of the couch. She folds her arms, holding the glass in one hand, and she gestures with her foot to the rug in front of her. “Get on your knees right here.”
And I hesitated. This is not my wife or girlfriend, so I resent the commanding tone. I think she realizes what I’m thinking and says, “Before you say ‘No’, remember I am going to be paddling you tonight.”
So I do the smart thing and kneel in front of her. “Massage my feet”, said with a smile.
This is already going to be a rough night, and I’m not looking for ways to make it harder. The last time Best Friend showed up for this kind of play, it turned pretty rough and I was sore for days. And it was humiliating to have this person who I barely know watching me get the strapon, and milking me and feeding me the result.
So I kneel, and take off her shoes and start kneading one of her feet.
I am in a more vulnerable position than her last visit, because this little event is explicitly about corporal punishment, and I’ve been in this fucking cage for 24 days. 24 fucking days. And every comment or complaint is met with the same solution, “Massage my feet, suck my toes, lick my ass, lick my pussy. Vibrate my pussy while you eat my ass. More oral. More oral. More oral and some punishment for your balls.”
Last night, when we went to bed; she just sat on the edge of the bed. I came out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth, and she’s waiting. “Get down here and lick me.”
So I kneel on the floor next to the bed and lick her for 8 or 10 minutes, until she grabs my head with her thighs and has her orgasm.
“So now you’re not going to give any attention to me? That’s pretty selfish, isn’t it?”
“You Poor Thing! Now come up here and we will put you to bed. You need some attention.”
So I lay down and get 8 or 10 minutes of horrible testicle squeezing. Hard squeezing and fingernails. Laying on her side facing me, me laying on my side facing her. She got my left testicle in her hard little fist and never let go. She played around with the other hand, and ticked and scratched my other one, and it went on and on. Hard pulling. Teasing with the fingernails, almost pleasant. Squeezing with the nails pushing in, very painful. Eight minutes or more of that. It was fucking agony.
“Oh! Ow! Ow! Ok, ok whatever… enough. Ouch!”
“No. It’s not enough. It’s just what you need. You’re going to learn to obey more, and enjoy it. I’m going to keep squeezing until I think you are done complaining.”
“Hurts! Really hurts. Oohhhh! Unghhh!”
“Shush. You’re lucky I give your balls so much attention.”
“The nails hurt. Really hurt… Nails...”
“Ok. Ok. Not so much nails, more pulling. You like the pulling feeling more?”
And she’s laying up against me, and she gives me a big open mouth lover’s kiss while she pulls on my balls as hard as she can. I groan into her mouth.
This level of play is recent in my mind. So I massage the Best friend’s feet. She’s smiling. The foot I’m not massaging sticks it’s toes into my mouth with a giggle. Very soft, salty, clean. “Get your tongue between each toe.” Feeling my tongue start pushing between her toes produces a big smile.
“We need to persuade your wife that you should eat me again. Right? I think you like that idea. You’re a lucky boy!”
She continues, “And I’m going to ask her if I can fuck you sometime. Would you like to get your ass fucked by me? I could say, ‘Hey, just let me just try it on. I want to see it on me.’ And once it’s on me and (your wife) is standing there, and you’re kneeling there, you know she would let me. I would really fuck you hard! So hard and deep you pass out! Wouldn’t that be exciting? I just want to murder you with that thing!”
Best Friend has clearly become interested in playing Dominatrix, but doesn’t have a boyfriend. So Her fantasies are just floating around looking for a man to attack. It’s not that she is romantically interested in me. She is interested in lots and lots of oral servitude that she need only repay with a whip and a dildo.
My wife takes plenty of time in the master bedroom suite, and comes out in a heavy, navy blue bathrobe. I see black stockings on her feet. Best Friend immediately heads for the shower and whatever is in her gym bag. All this bathing right before we start means they both want licking.
My Wife; “She’ll be ready in a minute. Let’s get you fixed up.” And she takes my hand and we go upstairs to the useless bedroom.
There is a half ladder in there from when I set the hooks. I climb up and take off the empty smoke detector housing, and clip about 20 inches of chain to the hook. The same 20 inches for the other hook. I use carabiner clips to attach the spreader bar to the chains.
While she puts the cuffs on my writsts, my wife is very sweet and affectionate. Kissing me deeply, stroking my chest. Gently caressing my balls. “Oh, Love. This will be so fun. You will remember this your whole life.”
“You think I’ll be nostalgic about spending a month in chastity followed by an ass beating?”
“No. But you’ll remember the first time I kept you in chastity. You’ll remember being trained to cum from my dick. This maybe the first time you have a whole new sex kind of cum.” Imperfect English.
She asks, “What do you want today? Spanking and handjob? Or Spanking and strapon? Maybe you can cum from strapon now.”
I say, “You decide. Play your game today.”
I lift up my wrists and she uses the little ladder to clip them to the spreader bar. “Ok. My plan: first we beat your ass so, so hard. So hard you cry. Very submiss in your brain. Then one of us fuck you with strapon, and see if you can cum. First that. If you can’t then we’ll decide what to do.”
Long ago we bought a gag, but we never used it but once. It just sat in the bedside table. But when Best Friend enters the room she has it in her hand. And she is also carrying paddles and the tawse. One is the large, heavy wooden fraternity paddle. I fear that thing. One is like an over sized hairbrush, thick and heavy and almost as large as a ping pong paddle. There is a Scottish tawse about 18 inches long, and the 12 inch long black leather paddle.
Best Friend sticks that gag in my mouth. It sticks into my mouth almost 2 inches, close to making me gag. And I’m terrified that I can’t easily use a safe word. First the gag, then the spreader bar on the ankles, clipped on, using small dog collars for cuffs. I’m immobilized. They forgot the blindfold though.
They get a few more things. They want their entire baggage train in place before they begin. It takes them a few minutes to get all their things. They place all their equipment on the little old end table that needs to be refinished. They have a small, blue tooth soundbar, two rocks glasses with ice, and my bottle of Aguavero Orange Liqueur – a light sweet, fruity tequila. Water based lube. A hand towel, a full sized towel, the little black plate, the big black headband for skiing that we use as a blindfold, and the noise canceling headphones I use when I go shooting.
I see the headband and earphones, and I realized something I said to my wife stuck in her mind. After the meeting at the Korean Buffet I said to her, “I have to admit. (The Widow’s) description of how she would close off all of her husbands other senses while she fucked him – that sounds like a Hell of an Experience.” It was a trivial remark, but she seems to have marked it.
They are chatting nonstop, happy and excited. The only thing they say in English is, “We should have some music. What do you think? What do you want to hear?”
My wife opens spotify on my phone. She starts Playlist #1, which is slow paced songs. The Rolling Stones are playing, “Waiting for a Friend” while the girls take off clothes and select paddles. Best Friend leaves her black panties and matching bra on, probably because she feels modest in comparison to my wife’s Big Fake Breasts.
My wife, under the Robe, has on the Whole Dominatrix Uniform. Black basque corset, black stockings, black panties put on last so they can be removed without taking off the stockings. (Pro-Tip)
My wife unties the drawstring to my ancient flannel pants and pulls the string out. With great aplomb, she pulls at the seam on the side and rips them open down the leg all the way to my foot. Now I’m chained, and naked except for a chastity cage and some rags around one foot.
They are sipping the tequila, which I strongly recommend you try for yourself. Great sipping liqueur.
After some negotiation, they each pick up a paddle. Best Friend has the heavy over-sized hairbrush and my wife has the long leather tawse.
Wife is on my left behind me, Best friend over my right shoulder. Wife forehand, Best Friend backhand. Just as they are ready to begin, the next song comes on. It is Led Zepplin’s Kashmir. Play that on your computer, right now.
The first slap is with the tawse. It hurts but not too bad. It’s the kind of thing that needs 15 or 20 strokes to start really hurting. It makes a sound like ‘TAP!’ It’s not a gentle tap, that’s just the kind of sound it makes.
The second stroke is from Best Friend. It hurts like a Bastard from the first. It’s so fucking heavy. It makes a ‘Platt!’ sound as it splashes into the flesh.
It takes a second for my wife to recover and aim her flexible weapon, so they naturally fall into a rhythm, taking turns.
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
‘Tap!’
‘Platt!’
And almost immediately they fall into the rhythm of the music. By the time Kashmir ends I’m in agony. I want to say to them, “you’re both hitting on my right!” But I’m gagged so all I do is grunt when a blow lands. “Mooph!” is all I’ve got to say.
It really, really hurts. Especially on my right cheek. That cheek is getting the END of the tawse, which hits the hardest, and 100% of the wooden paddle. It’s fucking killing me, like I’m on fire.
They stop about half way thru Kashmir. I know it’s just been about 3 minutes of ass beating. I’m panting a little bit. It’s a little strenuous because you tense up so many muscles. And I can’t help thrusting my hips forward as they swing.
They stop to refill their drinks and have a couple sips of that sweet, fruity tequila. Best Friend holds her drink in one hand and reaches around to cup my balls. She isn’t squeezing, just cupping and fondling, and it feels oddly nice and secure. Having an attractive woman take control of my balls seems comforting and secure to me, because I’m a fucking pervert. Of course she could be crushing me, so just the hold reemphasizes my helpless situation. They are talking in Asian, but my wife says one thing to me in English. She runs her hands over my ass, judges the heat of my flesh and announces, “Not a bit of blood or cut, and just hot skin. You can take a lot more! You a big strong man.”
And Best Friend contributes, “Really, it’s good for you. You’re getting a real sex adventure!”
For those Gentle Readers who have never been paddled by a Dominatrix, let me tell you something. The *Weight* of the paddle makes a huge difference. It makes a big, huge, burning, bruising difference. A heavier paddle just delivers more physics, hurts worse and hurts faster.
They put down their drinks and pick up their paddles. The music begins playing “Big Log” by Robert Plant. Play that song now so you can hear it as you read. They have switched positions, so now the other ass cheek is getting beaten. They try to keep up to the heavy beat of the music. Big Log isn’t very long, but by the time it’s over I’m struggling.
They kind of naturally break when the song changes. The next song is Led Zepplin, “The Rain Song”. A really beautiful, gentle piece of music.
They talk and now only my wife is holding a weapon. She has the big, heavy wooden fraternity paddle. She has been talking about using that for about 3 months. She mentions it almost every day, and now the day has come.
I won’t drag this part out more, except to say it was agony. That heavy, long monster hit my ass and it was like fire. Like being punished with sitting on a grill. Best Friend has come in front to look me in the eyes while I get it, and play with my balls. One arm is around my neck like we were dancing and the other reaches down. A few times, right after the paddle lands, she immediately squeezes my balls. “Does that make it better? Does it change what you’re thinking about?” She’s smiling, close enough to kiss, gripping my balls as my ass is burned.
I think I got less than 30 strokes with it, and she came up to look at my face and decided it was enough. I was struggling not to cry. Pure Flaming Pain.
They finish and talk it over. They stand behind me and examine their work. I know from later that I’m flaming red and have a few very fine cuts from the edge of the tawse.
And while they chat, my wife is putting on Her Royal Harness and the ME2 dildo. Her Big, Black rigid vibrating strapon. She gave the key to the chastity cage to Best Friend, and while she is smoothing out straps and turning it on Best Friend takes off that fucking cage. My dick started inflating immediately.
And here’s the remarkable thing, Gentle Reader. I was in so much pain, and so much accumulated sexual frustration, that just the sight of my Wife putting on her cock made me think I was going to cum almost immediately. Just watching her put on that big black dick almost made me cum. A good pegging is a weird and wild bit of sexual stimulation mixed with a lot of pain and helplessness. But right then, going almost a month with no sexual stimulation, full of endorphins, I wanted that fucking thing pounded up my ass so bad I can hardly express it. Really, I had never, never wanted it so bad. I was on the edge of orgasm just from watching her put it on. I didn’t say it, but I was thinking, “I beg you. Please give me a deep, deep hard, punishing ass fucking. No mercy, just pound me. No Mercy, 100% Deep and slamming hard. I’ll lick you endlessly, if you’ll just punish me to orgasm with that big dildo.”
And more; When she had the thing on, they dropped the towel under me, and went back to the equipment table. Take the little towel and wipe some drool off my chest, caused by the cock gag. Drop the big towel on the floor under me. On with the big thick black blindfold/ headband, then the noise canceling earphones.
It’s suddenly like I’m alone. It’s a really isolating feeling. Noise cancelling head phones work amazingly well. Complete Silence. But I do feel Best Friend holding my balls tight and giving me just a tiny bit of stroking with the other hand. I grunted, “Umh! Umh! Umh!” to try to let her know she was going to make me cum too soon and ruin the whole month long experiment.
They must be talking but I can’t hear it. Best Friend pulls down hard on my balls, as I feel My Wife’s dick between my ass cheeks. She has done this a number of times and has no trouble immediately locating my asshole, and knows the angle she wants.
Just a small problem. We haven’t done this in two month. It’s like I’m a Virgin. The thing feels impossibly big. Just huge. It’s been so long, and it feels like it will tear me apart. But the muscle has limited strength, and there is a lot of lube. She does this Battering Ram kind of pushing hard, relax, push hard, relax. I’m trying to relax even though I’m standing and my balls are being hurt. At some point there is a sharp pain and a burning feeling, and the dildo breaks into me.
My Wife does not believe in waiting for me to get used to it. She never has. It’s part of the Dominatrix mood for her, so just one or two heartbeats after popping the head in, she pushes all of it in. Long and fat and vibrating like mad.
I have to tell you, this is a hell of a way to get a pegging. The Older Korean Widow really knew what she was talking about. Unable to move my hands or feet or even my tongue, not hearing a thing, blindfolded – all there is to my entire sensory experience is the dull pain of the grip on my balls, and the feeling of being fucked. The almost sickening pain of testicle squeezing and that weapon sliding into me.
The Wife starts slamming me. No slow, gentle pegging from her. Both of her hands grab my hips and the slamming begins. BamBamBamBamBam!
I squatted down just about 1 or 2 inches, sticking my ass out more. The exact opposite of what I had done during my paddling. I was thrusting back at her because I really, desperately wanted a Deep, Hard, No Mercy Fucking, and I wanted the angle just a bit lower. And when the angle is lower, that thing that vibrates like a paint shaker stroked across my prostate with each thrust.
My wife’s pet phrase was finally 100% true; “So good for you. Just what you need.”
Maybe they said something to each other, because Best Friend let go of my balls, and – I think- took my dick between the palms of her hands. She didn’t jerk me off, but there was a tiny bit of movement as she held me. I bet I was filling her hands with pre-cum.
And My Wife’s dick was amazing. I couldn’t see and couldn’t hear but I bet I was leaking like a broken faucet. Every thrust hurts, but less and less each time. Every thrust rubs and stimulates one of the most sensitive spots on my body, but more and more each time. The burning, stretching pain is gone. The helpless feeling is ten times previous peggings because of the beating and the sensory deprivation. Once the head pops into your ass; you control nothing.
It didn’t take long.
Getting a pegging feels oddly helpless, because you control nothing. Not the pace of your thrusts or even the clenching down to delay orgasm. The guy is just feeling.
And I feel a very weak, strange orgasm, without the surge of pleasure. Pleasure for sure, but not like orgasm. 20% of an orgasm. And the feeling like my balls are going empty, like a weight has been lifted off them. More relief than orgasm. Relief but little pleasure.
They stop, and I’m just hanging there panting. I know I must have made a tremendous mess. I can’t hear or see and nobody is touching me. But after 3 or 4 minutes the dildo is shoved into me again.
And the fucking is a little different. Like moving up and down, instead of deep in and out. Wiggling kind of. I realize Best Friend is doing the fucking now and she’s never done it before. My Wife does it better. Still, it’s stimulating and with more lube added I don’t mind the extra fucking at all.
I learned later that my wife fucked me for such a brief period, because she was so excited from my paddling and using her weapon that she came quickly. She was just as excited as I was to see Her Royal Harness back on her. She had not gotten her favorite sex for 2 months. She Loves that thing. That's why the Best Friend took over. My wife was just as 'on the edge' as I was.
While the Friend is fucking me, My Wife must be in front of me, because I feel a nice warm wet mouth on my dick. It’s so welcome and so long overdue. That tugging sensation of being sucked. It’s heaven. I know she must be getting loads of pre cum in her mouth, but that doesn’t last long. I just focus all my attention on that warm sucking feeling and cum a huge amount into her mouth. An amazing orgasm, like a warm wave breaking over me as I thrust a little into her mouth.
I don’t know what’s said, but Best Friend is already behind me, and she unbuckles the gag. My wife reaches up and kisses me and pushes most of my cum into my mouth, with a nice firm ‘Remember Who Is In Charge’ grip on my balls. I swallow. It’s really not that bad.
They take off the headphones and headband. I’m so tired I just want to lay down, but part of me wants more sex to really empty me. I’m just exhausted and can barely stand. As they unclip my wrists and ankles I say, “Oh my God. I’m so tired. I have to lay down.”
But there are other plans. My wife says, “Not yet. You have two girls to eat. And I want mine very slow. Slow, with ice in your mouth.”
And Best Friend says, “And I want mine to have a lot of ass eating. You’re the best at that and I want a lot. Then my pussy, then you can sleep. Oh, and I want to try the ice thing too.”
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