My wife Jacqueline and I played various bondage games as well as normal vanilla type sex in the seven and a half years we dated prior to marriage.
The most influencing one was when she locked me by my genitals to her townhouse apartment bedroom makeup dresser leg with a pair of handcuffs, and went out dancing for the night. She locked me there because I had spilled some crumbs on the living room carpet and was supposed to clean them up. I forgot and had fell asleep nude on her bed waiting for her to get home from work.
Jacqueline came in and saw the mess still there, got her police quality handcuffs out and locked one end around the base of my cock and balls. She led me over to her makeup dresser and ordered me to get underneath. She locked the other end around the base of the leg in the front that had a big ball at the bottom, so there was no way I could slip it off the end.
Jacqueline slipped off her Nurse uniform and ordered me to tongue service her for a few minutes to clean her before she got in the shower. When she comes home from work, I get to please her with my tongue she always has some white creamy pussy come between her folds, that I have learned to love as a real treat. She calls it smegma, but I think of it as sweet honey.
She came out of the shower and after toweling off and doing a few things she came in and said, "Oh! I almost forgot I had left you there, you've been being so good and quite. You might as well get my pussy worked up, because I am going out to dance, and leaving you here to think about what you did not do!"
I licked her while she applied her makeup, and she came twice on my face. I love it when I can make her pussy spasm while my tongue is inside her. It means I am getting some more of her honey, oh , I mean smegma.
She got dressed in a real killer out fit I love to see her in that she knew would inflame my desire. While sitting on the bed away from me, she put on her black lace garter belt, then her black stockings with the seams down the back, and then she slid her black leather mini skirt on over it. Here's the killer to me, she next went into her closet and got out a new flame red very low neckline almost sleeveless Angora sweater. She showed it to me and asked me how I liked it. I just stuttered a, " I…I…L..L..Love it! May I feel it on my cock?" Of course her answer was a firm resounding No! You see she addicted my penis to the feel of her soft sweaters hairs pricking every nerve ending, and by now my prick was drooling a lot of pre-come out its hole from seeing her with it.
Jacqueline slipped it on without a bra to cover her large nipples on her 36DD breasts. They are quite firm as she works out three times a week. She went in and retrieved her red ankle strap stiletto four-inch heel pumps, and ordered me to put them on, while she sat and looked down at me.
Getting up, she said she was going dancing, and I should think about pleasing her more often. I asked her, " Aren't you going to put a bra or panties on?" She replied just to tease me, "I'm sure that I might meet someone and want to be naughty. My dick was dripping on the carpet by now, and she saw it and ordered me to lick it up. I did.
Jacqueline got up and left around nine PM. And returned at two thirty am looking tired. Before unlocking me she made me service her beautiful pussy again. When she unlocked me she immediately relocked the other cuff around my genitals also. So now I had both ends securely locked on me. She said she liked the way I reacted to her this way and decided I should wear them all week. I had one of the best orgasms as we made love that night; I was so worked up from it all.
Jacqueline removed them the following Friday night and told me to separate them and attach a leash to one. She said there would be no sex until I completed it, so I got it done in a few days, as it was relatively easy. She installed it and it has rarely been off in the fifteen years we have been married. Like others she keeps the gold key on a chain around her neck. Next she had me make a gold cock ring since I would not wear a wedding ring as I work with a lot metal machinery. She had it inscribed with, "OWNER MISTRESS ANGORA."
I received my wedding vows with them both on and after two years of marriage Jacqueline was not as interested in sex with me, so I began to sneak Angora sweaters to masturbate with. She caught me and bought a big locker to lock them safely away from me in. She thought this would stop my masturbating but I continued to buy magazines and use my hand. I had become a chronic masturbator and she knew it.
This is when she ordered me to make a bent cock tube to lock onto the other cuff and a belt too. I made it and she discovered a keen trick as she was having a lot of trouble getting my dick down into the tube, even though she had just had sex riding me and my dick was limp. Her vacuum cleaner was right by the bed and being the resourceful woman she is she took it and held it up to the to me. It was about the same diameter, so she turned it on and it immediately sucked penis to the other end. I was in and snapped the locks shut.
I had to wear it for three days to see how it fit, and she allowed me to make some adjustments as many as five times. I have worn it most of the time, except for a twice a month allowance to be out on Sunday nights to come.
I complained a lot that it was hard to kneel in or do any sports. She replied, "The only sports I want you doing is the Laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking. OH! And cleaning my pussy every mourning and evening!" I suggested that just a straight stainless tube might be an effective alternative for her, and she allowed me to make one to slip over my penis. It was an inch and an eighth I.D. and just over four inches long, with head end open at an angle. Again she had trouble getting it on so she remembered her Vacuum cleaner trick and it worked like magic again.
Jacqueline allowed me to wear it for week to see how it felt without the genital locking cuff and belt. She knew I could get it off whenever I wanted and would be masturbating again soon, so she scheduled a weekend night fun time for me. This included tying me to the bed, blindfolding me and she mounted my hard little dick and rode me to an orgasm. Next she mounted my face and made me clean her soupy pussy. Jacqueline cleaned me up and then began to masturbate me with one of her sweaters until I was hard again. Jacqueline mounted my cock and rode me again until I came and then also scooted up to make me clean her. I soon felt a sharp prick in my arm as she was sitting on it. I soon fell to sleep.
I awoke the next mourning with my cock still free, but my cock ached, so I looked at it. There was a small barbell through the front side across about three-eighths on an inch below the crown. It hurt, and I was somewhat shocked, but was still locked securely to the bed. I looked at the clock and it was noon. Jacqueline returned and sat on top of my thighs and asked me how I liked her handy work? Being a nurse has its advantages.
I told her I didn't like it, but she just smirked and said, " Too bad! I do like it! It's their now and I will make use of it in the future. You better try and not have any erections while it heals, and certainly not any ejaculations!" It took about a month before it started to feel normal again, and then one night Jacqueline tied me to the bed, removed the barbell, and installed the straight tube on me. Then she slipped a small padlock through it. She untied me and said I was free to do as I wished. I tried to masturbate but it was impossible. I just could not stimulate myself enough to come and it was a frustrating kind of an almost hurt from my dick swelling in the tube.
I wore only the tube for six months and Jacqueline re-installed the other belt. She said that I was less attentive in the more comfortable tube and did not work as hard around the house. She said I needed my balls locked to remind me constantly of their vulnerability. Comfort was a thing of pleasure for her and not me.
So about fifteen years now in and out of the belt, mostly in, unless I develop a rash or something. Jacqueline does exactly what she wants to do all the time, and I get time with her at her leisure. She has become quite dominant and goes out allot leaving me home, to clean, and cook to earn my release from the belt. She even goes on vacations without me.
Its been about ten years now that she has been having sex with other men, and I about eight since I had sex with her. She sees no reason to allow my little dick inside her anymore, because I come after only a few strokes and have to tongue service anyway. I have come to love hearing about how hard other men make her come, and how she comes so hard when they explode inside her that she feels every spurt. Unlike me she never could tell when I came and would always ask, "Did you come dear?"
I just can't help but wonder what the world would be like today, if all male babies were pierced at birth when they were circumcised. What a decisive hand in the affairs of the world women would be easily handed?
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