The Story

The Story

Part 2

Bob showered with the handcuff dangling off his right wrist.  He was still marveling over the way his wife Samantha had used him.  Other than her not allowing him to orgasm, it was probably the most perfect sexual encounter of his life.  She had kept him tied to the framework the entire night.  Sometimes when she woke up, she would dangle her arm over side of the bed, and lightly stroke his nipples, only to grip them between thumb and forefinger to give the tender nipple a pulling twist.  By morning his left nipple was absolutely throbbing and he had gotten little sleep.  His wife's cum had pervaded his every breath, even after it had dried and made his skin feel strangely tight.

Bob remembered when Samantha had gotten up and silently went to the bathroom.  She returned a few minutes later with accompnying sounds of the stool gurgling its flush.  Sam looked down at her husband, the cum having made his light brown hair stiff and near glued to the sides of his head.  Lifting her barefoot, she gently lifted his balls with her toes.  Again Bob began to groan as his tender balls were touched, and that made Sam's pussy tingle.  Almost without much thought, Samantha again sat on Bob's face, where he eagerly began to lap her pussy.  Even though she had not wiped herself from her morning piss, Bob did not seem to notice.  Much to her disappointment, since she was going to show him her dominance.  But Bob was doing a great job with long strokes to her puffy lips.  So she leaned forward and began, for the really first time to minutely and completely study the cock she now owned, or should completely own after the vacation.

Though still not anywhere as large as the average cock of a website stud, it was definitely the largest she had ever seen it to be.  The skin was stretched and she could see tiny veins under the skin.  The urethra was now a large firm tube along the bottom side of his cock ending with the flaring deep red piss slit.  She wanted her finger tips to slide smoothy against the dry skin, but it was too dry.  Leaning lower, causing her clitoris to come more vulnerable to Bob's tongue and her naked breasts and hard nipples to gently touch his quivering abdomen, she lightly blew against the cock head directly on the flared opening.  Bob groaned, vibrating against her clit even as his cock twitched and bobbed.

Sam chuckled and gain blew a stream of air, trying to hit the open slit of his weaving cock.  Soon though, Bob ceased to groan as intently and his cock only twitched an inch or so to her breathing.  She then returned to usng her fingertips to trace the veins of his cock, to stroke his trapped testicles, and to even lightly stroke the skin between his balls and anus.  Bob again grew more attentive to her cunt with his lips and tongue.  But once again he seemed to become accustomed to the light touch.  It was then she spit the only fluid she had immediately available.  Now using her fingertips to spread the saliva around the smooth skin of the cock head, Bob was gain actively groaning and sucking her cunt for all it was worth.  Inquisitively she gripped the shaft of his cock and, using two fingertips, she began to apply firmer pressure in a circular motion.

"Oh, God! Stop!"  Bob's muffled scream vibrated against her clit.  She could not supress her smile of accomplishment  She had managed for the first time to have Bob ask her to stop.  And, if she really was going to take control of her slave, then there was no way she was going to be able to stop.  At least until she wanted to stop.  Which had to be long after his begging would begin.

So it began her first real successful torment, that also gave her pleasure, of Bob's cock.  Holding the shaft securely, her fingertips aroused him.  The sensations, according to Bob were too intense.  He claimed he had to pee.  His hips rocked and writhered as she continued, using more spit and her palm to slide maddenly in faster circles just around the top of his cock.

"Please stop!" Bob wailed, just before Sam again sealed his mouth with her pussy.  "I have to pee!  I ... " again the words served only to vibrate against her clit.  "Pee, I can't" gulp, "stop it."

'Pee?' Sam chuckled to herself as a few drops of urine managed to seep out of the piss slit.  Those few little drops, and those that ever so slowly followed them, served the noble role of adding to the lubrication, and Sam's need to occasionally spit on his cock stopped.

Bob soon enough began to thrash in the little movement his bondage allowed.  Although he could not help himself, Bob was jerking his head so hard, he was actually beginning to hurt Samantha's pussy.  It was then that Sam laid down totally, using her forearms on Bob's belly, resting her pubic bone on his chin, and with a thigh tight to each side of his face, ankles crossed and locked, Sam determinedly brought Sam to a blubbering, tearful, uncontrolled mass of plaintive begging.  Promising everything and anything.

"Would you drink my piss?"  Sam chuckled, as Bob tried desparately to appease her cunt with his tongue, even though now it was harder to reach.

"Oh, yes, please.  Please stop."  Sam begged.

"What else would you do for me? Hum?"  Sam questioned as her fingertips replaced the palm of her hand to trace the head of his cock.  Soon everything she had read about, and many she had not dreamed or thought about, were given as Bob's cock ached in its erection.  His bladder seemed to be cramping, even though surely he had pissed a gallon of urine.  Though in truth maybe a quarter of a cup had been able to be released through the now overly restricting cock ring.  And all that had been efficiently used in his torture.  From the gauntlet of being a pet dog, wearing anything she might possibly want him to wear, he went through the litnany of fantasies he had ever heard about.

"What about the ownership of the business?  Would you give that up?"  Sam purred with her lips almost touching the head of his cock.  She was so close she felt the heat of his cock.

Bob grew still and silent.  While she waited for his answer, her finger tips slowed and were replaced with the tip of her tongue.

"God yes." Bob sobbed as his wife probed his piss slit with her tongue.

"Would you grant me a divorce and the freedom to be fucked by a real man?"

Bob again grew so impossibly still.  Samantha lowered her face further and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her saliva now freely coating the head of his cock as her lips and tongue began to work feverishly on the trapped aching cock.

"Please don't make me."  Soon changed to "Yes, anything, anything at all!"  sobs coming deep from his belly to pleasure her cunt.

"And can I play with my new toy for as long as I wish?"  Samantha paused just long enough to as the sobbing man, her broken husband.  Then, for the first time in her life, she began to take as much cock into her mouth as possible.  Forcing herself to take it all, to make the cock head enter her throat, to crush down as hard as she could until her lips circled the base of his cock and her nose divided the tightly held and swollen aching balls.

Samantha did not bother listening to his answer.  For any answer he gave, whether it was she could not play with his cock, which certainly was obviously not the case.  Or that he would allow her to play with her cock until she was happy or wanted to quit, which was what she was going to do anyway.

And so it happened that Bob got the best and certainly the worst blowjob of his life and his imaginations.  Every nerve in his genitals, and even his asshole, felt impossibly stimulated.  He had to piss.  He had to cum.  He had to stop his wife from tormenting him, to quit crushing his aching balls.  He had to stop having her twisting her head, grinding and squeezing the head of his cock in her swallowing throat.  He had to, to let her continue, for there was no escape.

***

So it was, that Sam continued as the cock throbbed orgasm after orgasm, that provided no relief.  And if a few drops of piss leaked out, Sam never noticed or tasted them.  She only stopped after she knew there was no further she could take him.  His body stiffed, his hips rolled up so far it appeared his hips and thighs were going to dislocate themselves. His head was shoved up into the tight compression of her thighs and cunt.  Then he grew slack, his toes the only thing that stop quivering, when they too finally unclenched.

***

While he seemed okay to Sam, she unfastened him from the framework, rolling his limp body as needed to place handcuffs on his wrists behind his back.

Two hours later Bob slowly began to come around.

It was a new version of Bob.  Perhaps he loved her yet, Samantha mused. At least she hoped so.  But one thing was certainly clarified, Sam, when she needed to be, could be ruthless.

Bob saw this as he lay groaning at her feet.  He curled up, then moved his lips to her bare feet to pay her homage.  Muttering "Mistress, my Mistress."

Sam allowed him his few minutes of delusion before she reached between the back of his thighs and grabbed hold of the leash.  Now pulling his cock and balls back between his asscheeks, she grabbed a handfull of hair with her other hand, forcing his head back and him to look into her face.  Then she brought the leash and hair together so she could hold hold both firmly with one hand.

Sam open handed slapped his cheek. "What do you mean claiming me as your Mistress?  Did I say ever that I would accept you?"  SLAP! The sound of the slap seemed to echo off the walls.  "For now, you will treat everyone the same.  Politely.  Always referring to any female as Ma'am, and any male as Sir.  You are to be immediately and completely obedient, to everyone.  Perhaps, in time, I will accept you as my slave. But until then, well, your just a slave to everyone.  And anyone."

"I want you to take a shower so get up and turn your sorry ass around."  Sam ordered, 'asssisting' as she pulled him to his wobbling feet by his hair and balls.  She unlocked the left band of the handcuffs, and firmly, slowly pushed him away.

"Understand me?"  Sam asked, one hand pushing at the small of his back, the other holding yet to the leash now pulling harshly on his cock and balls between his asscheeks.

"Yes"  Bob could barely whimper.

She let go of the leash, finally allowing Bob to begin walking to the bathroom and the shower that awaited him.  Samantha used her left hand to reach across her thighs and take hold of the buckle of the belt that was used to hold Bob's back to the framework but now sat on the bed beside her.

Bob had managed to limp three steps toward the bathroom, when Sam swung her arm backhanded over her legs, the belt following and straightening as it flew through the air.  She never bothered to look to see where the belt landed.

The fire exploded in his ass, errupting just above where the cheeks of his ass joined his thighs.

"The rest of your punishment for failing to refer to me as Ma'am will come when where I am ready to finish." Samantha stated to no one in particular.

"Yes ma'am. Yes. Ma'am." Bob managed to force through the lips that wanted to scream out in agony.

So it was that Bob took his first shower wearing a set of handcuffs locked to his right wrist and a stainless steel ring, with attached leash, tightly holding his cock and balls.

The water hurt.  Cold or hot, pulsing or the gentlest of sprays possible from the shower head.  He took a long shower.  Alternating between the extremes of the possiblities.  The changing temperatures was allowing his cock to finally begin to relax.  His fingers cautiously explored the damage done to his cock and balls.  Other then the burning sensation as the blood was finally beginning to be able to pass through the skin of the swollen scrotum, his nuts were tender, and there seemed an unusual amount of fluid in his scrotum, he seemed to be okay.  Well as okay as one can imagine a person may be having survived the torment.  Although it caused a little pain, he managed to massage his balls and scrotom enough to get his nut sack in some semblance of normal.  He even finally managed to be able to piss, albeit in the shower.

Forty five minutes of showering, Samantha deemed long enough.  "Come on, get done!"  She ordered.  It had been forty five minutes Bob had reviewed his fate.  That she was definitely taking control fullfilled his every dream.  That she was seemingly willing to exercise her control was good.  But, Bob could not but question, what have I gotten myself into.  She seemed intent to take more than he had bargained for.  He seemed to have given everything away, if not legally, at least verbally.  Surely she could not want a divorce!?  And another guy?  That certainly was going too far!  'My god,' Bob muttered to himself, 'she's my wife!'  So, although Bob was confused, he was happy.  Or was it, although Bob was happy, he was confused.

Either way it was a very nervous man that stood, wrapped in the shower towel, that meekly let his wife recuff his hands behind his back.

Samantha had already dressed for the day at the beach.  Wide brimmed had over her raven black hair, that held the sunglasses that were to protect her eyes from the sun's rays.  The slinky skimpy string bikini left little to the imagination, which she seemed not too shy of exposing under the thin beach jacket that barely came below the cheeks of her ass.  She wore some two inch heeled sandals, that made her legs seem a mile long.  A beach bag set at the table by the door out of the room.

Samantha held up a man's version of a string bikini, which was little more, or perhaps even less than a posing strap.  Made of what appeared to be a baggy patch and some strings, it make a jockstrap seem overdressed.

Bob stared at the garmet in disbelief.  Surely she had no intentions of making him wear that in public!

"I can't wear that!"  Sam sputtered.

"Oh, ok."  Samantha conceeded easily enough as she tossed the string and patch to the bed.  Taking up her beach bag of supplies, she walked over to Bob and took hold of the leash still attached to his cock and balls.  "We're ready then.  Let's go."

It took very little pressure to make Bob's balls begin to ache anew.  And with her second step, the length of the leash was reached.

"No!"  Bob managed before he belied his word and began to follow his wife.  Protesting and pleading, he even offered to wear the sting garment.  Obviously by then it was too late.  The door closed and locked behind them.  Sam knelt and unfastened the now unnecessary leash and even removed the handcuffs, putting them into her bag for later use.

Bob immediately gripped where the towel, that barely came to mid thigh and only overlapped his waist by a couple of inches and opened along the side of his leg as he stood in shuddering disbelief.

"Now do be a good little boy and come along."  Sam giggled wrapping her arm around his waist and placing it on the hand gripping his towel.  "Relax Bobbie Jo."  She whispered in his ear, her tongue darting out to tickle the lobe of his ear.  "Let go of the towel, unless of course you prefer to wear nothing at all but that little ring around your cock and balls."

"Hi Sam and Bob!"  Bob's sister Jane greeted them, closely followed by Rose, coming from the path around the patio, having missed the time of Samantha unfastening the leash and handcuffs by mere seconds.  "Its about time!  The others are finishing up brunch and will be out here in ... well there they are!"

So Bob began to walk amid a five relative pretty and provocatively dressed in swimsuits of varying modesty,women and that know-it-all Jake.

No one seemed to notice much, though certainly Bob was in a near stumbling zombie, what with his wife shifting her thumb into the tied band of the towel and wrapping her fingers through the slit to keep the towel open from her hand to the bottom edge of the towel.

In fact it was Jake that first seemed to notice something peculiar.

"Man Bob, what kind of swimsuit are you wearing?  Jeez, I mean I don't mean to sound weird or anything, but that must be some tiny pair of swimming trunks."  Jake was himself enviously dressed in a pair of baggy swimming trunks that came clear down to his knees.

"Oh,"  Samantha squeezed Bob tightly around his waist as she felt him shudder.  "I had a conservative suit for him to wear, but, well, Bobbie Jo, wanted to wear something even more daring.  A one of a kind personal creation, as it were. Right Bobbie?"  Again Samanthan nuzzled his ear, her tongue flicking along the ridges.

Bob shuddered, obviously from the arousal his sweet wife was causing as she nibbled his ear lobe, though it was that her fingers were individually releasing their grip on the towel, her fingernails lightly stroking his naked outer thighs.  Surely any second, right here, in front of everyone, anyone, even that fucking loud mouth Jake, Samantha was surely going to remove his towel.

"Right Bobbie Jo?"  Samantha's teeth nipped sharply on his ear lobe.

"Yes Ma'am."  Bob blurted.  Praying that was the way out.  He felt Samantha's finger begin to tighten once more around the over lap of the towel.  Another nip to his ear, and a heart dropping sudden opening of her fingers, "Yes SIR!"

The fingers closed and Samantha giggled sexily in his ear.  "My daring Bobbie Jo."