Sunday Afternoon

Jerri spent Sunday afternoon in her favorite pastime. She had Todd tied stretched out over their queen sized bed, naked and she was playing with his penis. His poor penis had been seriously unemployed for about two months and forced to live inside a CB-2000. On Sundays it got out but only when Todd was tied to the bed.

About 1:00 each Sunday, Jerri would simply walk up to Todd, no matter what he was doing, and begin to strip him. Once he was naked she would grab him by his captive genitals and start pulling him toward the bedroom. Resistance, as they say, was futile and Todd would meekly accept his fate. He had to if he wanted any sexual attention and after two months of chastity he really wanted some sexual attention.

Each session began in the same way. He would be tied, spread-eagled, face up. Once secured, Todd would be left alone for a few minutes while Jerri went to get the key which was hidden somewhere in the house. Jerri made a point of walking room to room, upstairs and down so Todd never could get a hint of where the key might be. In any event, Jerri would return with the key that was now on a neck chain dangling between her breasts. She would then begin a slow striptease down to her thong all the while grinning and smirking at the captive Todd. Finally when she was wearing only the key and her lacy thong she would crawl up onto the bed and begin a tortuous teasing of Todd's nipples.

Nipple teasing and licking would just be the warm up. Jerri would then unlock Todd's cock and let it expand to a full, glistening erection for the first time since the previous Sunday. Once it was free it attained full hardness in a surprisingly short time. Then it was time to begin the tease-torture in earnest. Jerri would lick Todd's cock like it was a popsicle. This was something Jerri liked immensely since the noises Todd made in his extreme frustration were extremely exciting to her. To hear him suffer in frustrated agony, months since his last orgasm, was erotic in a way Jerri could not begin to describe.

After an hour or so of repeated approaches to orgasm and maddening denials, Jerri was ready for her fun. She would slip off her thong and sit astride Todd's head so that he could get a good, clear view of the pussy that was denied to him. By this time it would be glistening with her honey and Todd would be mad with frustrated desire. Slowly she would inch toward Todd's face until finally his straining tongue could begin to reach her swollen clit. Once he made contact, Jerri would lose most of her self-control and just lunge forward so that she was sitting on Todd's face and he was tonguing her for all that he was worth.

Her first orgasm of the day rarely took more than a few minutes and she gave herself to this fully knowing that there would be many more this day. She would come loudly and vigorously, grinding her pussy into Todd's face. Sometimes she would just stay mounted until she came again. Other times she would slip off for a few minutes to recover her composure before beginning again.

In either case, once she was off of Todd's face she made a point of describing in detail her orgasm, how wonderful it had been and had felt and suggesting that it must be something he missed. She would wonder aloud about how long she would be able to deny him and how horny he must be feeling, how his blue balls must hurt and how much he must miss sex. She would then begin to gently and playfully ridicule him for letting her treat him so. How he must feel to be locked up all the time and how ironic it must seem that she had had hundreds of orgasms in the last two months and he had had none. He wasn't going to get any today, she assured him and it turned out, as it had so often before, that she was right. Then she would be ready for another ride and Todd would dutifully bring her off again.

After an hour of this she would go back to teasing and denying him. This would be the way the day would go until about 4:00 when she began to feel a bit hungry. This provided Jerri with a special opportunity for torment. She would pick up the phone and order a pizza. While waiting for it to be delivered, she would suck on Todd's cock, never letting him get close enough for any satisfaction. Finally the doorbell would ring and she would stop what she was doing, throw on a sheer robe and go pay for the pizza. She always made a game of this by "accidentally" letting her robe fall open so that the delivery boy got a good look at her. If he was particularly good looking, she would invite him in to the guest room right next door to the room where Todd was secured. Then Todd would be treated to the sounds of his wife and a stranger making mad, passionate love, mere feet away from him knowing that he himself was denied such a pleasure.

Even if she had not gone so far as to cuckold Todd this time she still gave the guy a good look and that too made Todd ache. A further indignity was that while she ate the pizza, she did so perched up on Todd's face. All he got to eat was her pussy. She would eat her fill while encouraging him to do a good job.

When she felt that she had had all of the oral attention she wanted, it was time to let Todd know that the session was at an end. She did this by kneeling on top of him with her ass over his face. She would then grasp his penis in her left hand and begin slapping his swollen balls with her right. She never hit him hard enough to cause any physical injury but in their swollen state, Todd's poor, blue balls didn't need much impact to react as if they had been kicked soundly. After ten or twelve sound slaps, Todd's erection was usually lost and she could re-fit his chastity lock.

The day would end as it had each week for two months with Todd securely locked back in his CB-2000 and Jerri glowing radiantly from the erotic joy of repeated orgasms and teasing and denying Todd. During the week Todd would never be allowed out of his cage but he would be expected to meet Jerri's needs for oral sex as often as she felt like it. She enjoyed the control and the queenly joy of having Todd at her complete control and she especially enjoyed teasing him about his predicament verbally. If they were out somewhere she would occasionally speak loudly enough to be overheard. She would ask Todd how it felt to have had no orgasm for two months or how it felt to have his penis locked up. Usually Jerri would do this when a young girl of 17 or 18 was near enough to overhear. This always produced looks of shocked wonder from these teenagers. Their obvious expressions showed a kind of respect for Jerri and bemused contempt for Todd.

I relate all of this because I am Todd and Jerri has ordered me to tell our story. I hope you have enjoyed it. It has now been about ten weeks since I last had an orgasm. It is Sunday and in about an hour I will once again be tied to our bed and the torture will begin. I know the day will end with my balls being slapped around and my cock being locked back up with no hope of release. I know that this is my fate but I cannot help wanting this mistreatment and teasing and denial to continue. Oddly enough, I'm sure many of you can understand.

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