#1 Posted: 5 Feb 2010 23:56
Pippa and Harry – A Journey – Chapter 11 (and more to be add to this ‘string’ later..)
I got to bed and lay there thinking back over it all. What was it that made me so excited by the thoughts of Pippa with someone else ? What was it that excited me when I was ‘told’ to do something..
Pippa had just quietly come in while I had been ‘away with my thoughts’ and had switched on the bedside light.
She was standing there naked.
I realised I had not seen her naked for some days… thinking back must be nearly a week…
Her voice was husky..
‘Move over and face away from me on your side.
I want to be able to ‘spoon’ you from behind, whisper in your ear and play with that ‘little carrot’…’
(LITTLE CARROT ? She’s called my penis a little carrot ??).
‘It will tell both of us how you feel about how things are developing…’
I did as Pippa had asked (instructed ?, I was already stirring once more..)
Her body wrapped round my back and body. Her left arm went over my hip to find my penis.. Her right hand was gently stroking my hair and face and her lips were kissing my ear…
‘You like that.’
It was a statement rather than a question, but I chose to answer.. ‘Yes.’
Just thought I would give you a cuddle and talk some more..’
I could feel her nipples and breasts pressing into my back… heaven. Pippa was clearly also stimulated as her
nipples were rock hard.
‘Just relax while Mummy chats and we see where it leads us…
You know I love you ?’
‘Of course and I love you and want the very best for you. Whatever you want…’
‘That is sweet, but you know what I need, and presently your not able to do it for me, are you ?
I knew what Pippa was talking about…‘I sure I can if we give it another go’
‘But that’s the problem. It is only try. At some point you seem to think of me with someone else and then…
then it’s all over…’
‘I can’t help it.’
‘So it seems.
You also seem to like me controlling you.
You found it exciting when I took the lead, and even when I punished you, hurting you a lot with my belt.’
My penis was rock hard as we quietly talked. We both knew it. Pippa’s hand was gently curled round it. Sensing how I reacted to each statement…
Pippa was silent for a moment or two. Waiting for something. I did not know what but…
I decided to break in..
‘You did as well.’
Pippa sighed.. ‘Yes I did, and, I am still finding this difficult to believe, it’s making me damp now. I especially like the idea of getting you to do humiliating things…doing them to you…’
I could feel myself and my penis involuntary jerk as Pippa spoke..
‘Your loving it as well. Your getting wet again.. Your little carrot is leaking at the top again…’
Pippa was running her hand up and down my cock. Over and round my balls. Sometimes squeezing a little. Gently twiddling with my pubic hair…
‘So your ready darling ?’
‘For what ?’
‘For the journey we are going to take ?’
‘What journey ?’
‘The one where you will be come my cuckold and…
Oh gosh! you do like that idea.. your jerking… Calm down.. Just relax for a moment..’
We both lay still. Pippa was now kissing the back of my neck with soft kisses. ‘Relax.’
Difficult, but I did my best.
Pippa breath was in my ear. ‘You have to say it…we can say it together…. You know what came after ‘and’ ?’
Pippa’s hold round my penis tightened.
‘You know. Say it.’
‘Right so we say the last part together. BUT... I want us to put something more after that word...’
Pippa paused... I knew the line..
‘who is loved by his wife’
I suddenly realised I had been tensing up... fearful of what it would mean... Now I was relaxing... ‘loved’... such an important word... I felt better. I had to say it... ‘Thank you, I did not realise just how much I needed you to say that till now... Thank you’
Pippa’s voice also seemed more relaxed. Clearly she had been thinking about it... ‘Ready ?’
I took a deep breath, as Pippa whispered…
‘The journey of Harry to being his wife’s.. cuckold and slave who is loved by his wife.’ We finished together…
I found I was panting as if I had run a long race, my heart was pounding. What more was I letting myself in for ?
For whatever reason I was excited almost beyond belief..
But also calm as I realised that with Pippa putting those additional words it it was something we could enjoy... together...
I realised that Pippa was continuing to talk.. To give me instructions…
‘You do realize that being loved is one thing but you are still going to be my slave...
Tomorrow morning I want you to get up early and come into our, sorry MY bathroom and use my hair
removal cream for all this area… (I felt Pippa’s hands all over my cock and balls and pubic hair). I want it all gone. As a little boy you have to look like one… Who knows it might make your little carrot look larger…’
I was so close..
‘Are you close ?’
Pippa must have felt it in my penis.
‘Stop. Think about the garden. Are you going to grow beans next year ?’
‘You know ‘runner beans’ on sticks, or french beans, or both ?’
‘I think so.’
‘See ? you going soft already.’
It was true. Just changing the subject had been enough. So frustrating..
I felt Pippa hold me tighter.
‘Ready to start again..’
‘I want you to understand something.. This (and Pippa was now squeezing my cock hard..) belongs to me.
You agree ?’
‘I will have total control over it. How often you climax. When. Where. Yes ?’
‘I know you masturbate.’
I went to interrupt her, but Pippa used her hand which was stroking my head to put a finger across his lips.
‘Silence. Just Listen. You should be saving yourself for me. Do you agree ?’
‘If I told you to stop masturbating could you do it ??’
‘I can try.’
‘True, but I doubt you could manage it without my help. Think about it.
What would you do if I went out with Paul for the evening and told you about it ?
Imagine I told he had kissed me…’
I was desperately trying to move myself back and forth in Pippa’s hand but here grip was tight, hard, hurting on my penis… but this made me even more excited.
Pippa could clearly feel me straining to get some friction on her hand..
‘If I came back and was too tired. Needed to sleep… Could you stop yourself ?’
I knew the answer and realised so did Pippa..
‘So you do need Mummy’s help.’
I found I was like a child being lead to give certain answers... ‘Yes.’
Pippa was gently tickling my balls…
‘Lucky for you Jane has given me some ideas…
Do you know that they make chastity devices for men ?’
A shock went through me.
Pippa was still holding my penis. I could feel her hand encircling it, but with much less ferocious grip...
‘Would you like it this little carrot was under lock and key ?
Of course I would hold the key…
So you like the idea then ?’ (my penis at her words had gone rock hard again).
‘Well you may say that but the rest of you does not seem to mind… in fact seems quite excited…’
‘Actually it excites me too…..’
I could feel Pippa rubbing up against my bottom. Her pussy was damp…
She pulled me tight. A tongue darted into my ear. Out again.. A sultry whisper..
‘You did not ask what a chastity device is. I think you know. Does that stir you to think of your penis and
balls under my control ?’
I shuddered.. jerked.. one of my dark thoughts which stirred me more than I really cared to think about.. was what it would be like if Pippa was controlling me that way...
‘Imagine how it would be if you could not enter me. Imagine the frustration. I would need something…. Could
you think what you could do ?’.
I was nearly there…
Suddenly Pippa stopped playing with my cock..
‘You can turn round now.. and no playing with yourself.’
As I did so Pippa moved a little away and gently pressed my shoulders to move me down the bed. I knew where I was headed…where she wanted me..
A short time later I found himself between Pippa’s warm thighs licking her slit first gently and then faster as Pippa’s organism built up. Clearly Pippa had become as excited as I during the course of our sultry bedtime chat.
Pippa’s climax was explosive, but she held me there between her legs for sometime before releasing him… My face and tongue ached. I moved to try and enter Pippa, but she gently pushed me away.
‘I really don’t want you just to enter me and fire off. It will just make me mad if you did that, I would start to enjoy it and then you would let fly and it would be all over and I will be frustrated again.’
‘I really would try.’ I knew it sounded desperate...
‘I know, but knowing your recent track record.. you would think of me with someone else.. with me.. and that would be it’
I sighed and moved up the bed to cuddle Pippa.
I was still quite hard and frustrated with my penis sandwiched between us both.. Pippa started to gently play with one of my nipples.
I looked at her face, she looked up a me so ‘innocent; and then, almost idly observing..
‘I wonder what it would be like for you if we do put you in a chastity device and you see me flirting with
other men… I wonder how you would feel, if it would turn you on ?? make you try and get hard...’
At these words I exploded all over her leg.
Pippa’s voice had a cutting side to it now.
‘Just as I told you. If you had entered me…
Right I’m off to bed now. You stay here again in the basement spare room. See you in the morning..’
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#2 Posted: 6 Feb 2010 00:32
The slave who is loved by his wife. Eleven parts summed up in 8 words. I like this story Colin, and it looks like it has a few legs yet ..
#3 Posted: 6 Feb 2010 08:25
This is a great story. It has the balance. Cuckolding and domination require love and care. Very nicely done.
#4 Posted: 6 Feb 2010 14:37
Thank you very much again!
#5 Posted: 9 Feb 2010 06:14
Very nice Colin, thanks.
#6 Posted: 10 Feb 2010 15:59
this is great please cntnue
#7 Posted: 13 Feb 2010 20:01
Great stuff, eagerly awaiting next installment
#8 Posted: 20 Feb 2010 03:14
Sorry it has taken so long for me to drop you a note
I truely enjoy reading your story. It is so loving and show such depth of charaters.
There are two lines that really stuck home with me " I found the idea of Pippa being with someone else tremendously exciting. I love her I know that… but in a way I could see that I felt somewhat inferior to her. In turn this was putting her on a pedestal. Something to be admired. Loved. Excited by. Out of reach. I wanted her to have it all
" That is how I feel about my bride of 30 years. I want her to have the best to "be all that she can be"
The second line was already commented on, but I wll do so again." who is loved by his wife’
I suddenly realised I had been tensing up... fearful of what it would mean... Now I was relaxing... ‘loved’... such an important word... I felt better. I had to say it... ‘Thank you, I did not realise just how much I needed you to say that till now... Thank you’"
WOW, that just seems to sum up what I consider and excellent example of this lifestyle.
Thank you for writting, hope to hear more
#9 Posted: 20 Feb 2010 20:56
Colin, when will chapter 12 be ready?
#10 Posted: 21 Feb 2010 07:15
I've been wanting to ask that too, but didn't want to seem like I was pressing you...
Anyhow, I'll be ready when you are!
#11 Posted: 21 Feb 2010 22:53
thanks guys. not quite so easy at the moment. My wife's mother passed on a little while ago. hope to post a bit this coming week. but appreciate your understanding. Colin
#12 Posted: 25 Feb 2010 17:08
#13 Posted: 25 Feb 2010 17:09
Take care of the important things in life. We will await your return once your family issues are resolved. My deepest condolences.
#14 Posted: 26 Feb 2010 17:42
Take care of the important things in life. We will await your return once your family issues are resolved. My deepest condolences.
#15 Posted: 2 Mar 2010 20:57
Just checked back. Family first, and condolences to you and yours. Take your time, we'll keep watching.
#16 Posted: 9 Mar 2010 23:47
Pippa and Harry – A Journey – Chapter 12
I was starting to get used to making the tea and taking it into Pippa in the mornings now.. with my pinny on.. and actually was finding it quite satisfying to be there looking after Pippa.
As we kissed before I took the children to school Pippa quietly commented…
‘You know your going to be punished today ??’
‘What do you think you deserve ?’
‘A few wallops ?’
‘Maybe, but punishment can take many forms. I think it would be good for you to write out 500 times the
Pippa handed over a slip of paper…
‘I must learn that Pippa comes first and that my pleasure is doing what she wants.’
I looked up in amazement.
‘Your kidding ??’
Thought it would be fun to surprise you…
You can start anytime you like and I want them by the time I go to bed… and they had better be neat.
No scribbling and in your fountain pen…
If they are not done to my satisfaction then the punishment will have to increased.’
I was dumbfounded.
After I had dropped off the kids and went into my school I could not but think about those lines… 500. I would have to start as soon as I could. Even if I managed two lines a minute that would be 250 minutes and that still meant over 4 hours of writing… I would need to find some time at school.
As the day wore on I snatched some time to write a few lines. It was difficult as I was sorting out all the things that needed to be sorted out on leaving any job as well as handing over work to colleagues. Not very difficult, but time consuming. Eventually I could see I had an hour without interruptions which should mean I could get quite a few lines done in my office without others being around to ask difficult questions…. I set to it… No such luck as it turned out, as about 20 minutes after I started, there was a quick knock on the door and Jane popped her head round…
‘Thought I might find you here…’
‘Writing your reports ?’
As Jane advanced into the room I tried to cover up what I was doing
‘Something secret there ??’
I just looked up at her. She did look quite elegant in a black trouser suit, with ankle boots, which suited her slim frame to perfection.
As I looked I saw her bright eyes latch onto something by my desk and like a descending hawk she pounced…
It was a sheet of paper I had covered in lines and somehow dropped off the table.
I was mortified and felt myself flush.
‘Oh I say… A naughty boy writing out some lines…’
There was laughter in her voice. Also derision. I felt the stirrings of humiliation, but excitement. It felt terrible but…
Jane then mockingly read out the line..
‘I must learn that Pippa comes first and that my pleasure is doing what she wants.’
I wonder if that ‘comes’ applies in more than one way ?
I was definitely blushing now…
Jane was smiling at my embarrassment.
‘It was so good to chat to Pippa last night and after I had finished I had a chat with my husband Rob. We are
both so hoping that we are all going to meet up one day…
Still must fly. Class to teach. Give my love to Pippa…’
Jane turned to leave and I suddenly realised that she still had a sheet of my lines in her hand. That must be at least 20 minutes work…
‘You’re still got my lines…’
Jane looked down; giggled..
‘So I have…’ A malicious smile spread over her face… ‘How much is it worth ?’
‘For me to give you this paper ?’
I gaped at her. ‘Jane!! Your not serious ?’
‘I am. What’s it worth to you ?’
‘Really as much as that… Have you got £20 cash on you ??’
I checked, just £10, I had not expected to need any money today. ‘No.’
‘Which case you owe me.. I will take it in kind.. Keep the £20 but you can get down on your knees in front of
me and kiss my boots. Lots of gentle kisses to show me how you respect them and me, and then when I say you
can stop you can also add to each of the lines… ‘and for her friends’..’
I shrugged. No choice really. Down I went to kiss her boots….
Why did I do it ?
Well partly it was do with how ‘hard’ I was becoming due to this treatment. I was finding it for some reason very stimulating… the fear of being discovered on my knees kissing Jane’s boots, Knowing also the deviant way it would look to others if I should be seen…
Once Jane had gone I got back to getting those lines down. I wondered if I could just ignore Jane, but then I just knew she would be checking up… As it was only four words I was able to squeeze them onto the lines already done and get a good few more done by the time I finished off the working day and got home.
Pippa was home early which surprised me as normally on a Friday she went for a quick drink after work with colleagues. I was very glad when she came down after changing into jeans and a sweater top to help. I was very keen to get everything done and the kids in bed so that I could get those lines finished. I definitely did not want more to do, or worse still, a further walloping with the belt. I was still somewhat tender although it was getting easier each day…although something tugged at me inside that it would be rather exciting to see what ‘further punishment’ Pippa had in mind… (did I want to fail ?)
‘What are you thinking about ?’
I had been standing at the sink staring out the window. Plate in the bowl of washing up water. Hands still. Just thinking..
‘Err… well about what would happen if I should fail to get the lines done before you go to bed. What
further punishment you might have in mind..’
I felt Pippa lean in against me from behind pushing me against the sink. Her arms came round and encircled me, while one hand worked it’s way between the buttons of my shirt to tease a nipple the other went round to the front of my trousers.
A whispered instruction..
‘Push your bottom back darling.’
I did as I was told.
It was delightful to feel as if Pippa was draped over me. Her breasts pressing into my back. My bottom into her groin.
I groaned in pleasure. Soft... but the nipple was being tweaked and flicked. Pain. Pleasure. Heaven.
Pippa was whispering again in my ear..
‘Perhaps you want to fail ?’
‘Well in which case off to the dining room. You can sit at the table there and see if you can them done in time…
You might need to hurry… I fancy an early night…
I’ll finish up here and get the children into bed..’
Was I disappointed ? I was in two minds but I really needed no second urging. Those lines were a real pain. I could hear it in my voice as I said: ‘Fine.’
Pippa moved away to release me from the position by the sink and was holding out a towel for me to dry my hands on, when, just as I was about to take it from her it seemed to slip from her fingers…
Blast. As I bent over to pick it up Pippa stepped to one side and put her hand on my back.
‘Now you stay just like that for a moment and I will give you a quick taste of what further punishment might
I held the position thinking I can imagine what comes next… especially when I saw a long handled wooden spoon being picked up.. (why did I do it ? all I knew was a physically excited again....).
I closed my eyes tight.
‘Well there you then… Something to look forward to you if you fail to get the lines done…’
I was through the door into the dining room. The bulge in my trousers was clearly evident.
I could see the smirk in Pippa’s eyes as she looked. It hurt so much in so many different ways… but I was loving this treatment. What Pippa was doing was certainly ‘perking me up’… I almost giggled myself at the thought.
I got on with the lines. Sore bottom.. again. No way could I get settled, but it had certainly stimulated me to get writing…
I looked up. Pippa’s head was looking round the door.
‘I thought you might like the children to come in and say good night ?’
‘Thanks. Good idea. I could do with a short break.’ My fingers and hand and arm were aching.
The children came in, ready for bed, looking very subdued. Almost concerned.
Pippa was leaning against the door…
I could not but notice. Even in relaxed jeans and a sweater she looked good. The sweater was high necked and she had a loop of pearls round her neck which showed them off against the black of the sweater… which seemed to accentuate her curves. There was something about that relaxed posture, that teasing smile and eyes… I felt sure there was something coming… something deliciously humiliating… something thrilling..
‘Daddy we are sorry.’ They both said it together. The twins could do things like that. Quite disconcerting at times.
‘What for ?’
‘Well Mummy said you had been a naughty boy and that naughty boys have to be punished.’
They were both looking a me with such innocent enquiring expressions.
‘Well err… yes in a way.’
‘Mummy said that you forgotten something and that she had set you to write it out many times.’ (This was from Heather)
‘Mummy said you would tell us why you were a naughty boy and read us the line.’ (This was from Hazel)
I felt myself going red. I was not sure what to say… I looked up at Pippa who was now smiling..
‘Go on Harry… tell the girls…’
It had to be put in someway which would make sense. This was humiliating…. But it was also giving me a buzz..
I thought quickly..
‘Girls, Daddy just forgot that for me Mummy always comes first. I love Mummy lots and lots and it really gives me pleasure looking after her … and you girls of course.’
They were both looking intently at me. Beyond the girls I could see out of the corners of my eyes that one of Pippa’s hands seemed to have disappeared into her jeans…
‘As I forgot this Mummy said I needed to punished. I agreed and Mummy told me to write out
‘I must learn that Mummy comes first and that my pleasure is doing what she wants.’
If I get these lines done before bedtime then Mummy will be very happy.’
‘What if you don’t ?’ (Hazel)
‘Then Mummy will be cross with you again ?’ (Heather)
At this point much to my relief Pippa stepped into the discussion...
‘Definitely, but I am sure that will not be the case. Both of you give Daddy a kiss now and I am sure he will
give you a hug. You both need to get to bed as we’re dropping you off at your friends house tomorrow as
Daddy and I are out all day.’
I thought.. that’s the first I knew about being out all day tomorrow…
We all did as Pippa instructed and Pippa came over and leant down and also gave me a quick kiss.
‘See you later...’ and softly… ‘come to my bed… naked..’
I was running out of time. The kids were in bed and asleep. Pippa. I could hear, was in the kitchen making tea.. setting up the breakfast table. Normal domestic matters. I was here in the dining room still writing lines…
A cheerful sounding voice called out.
‘Almost bedtime… I’m taking a wooden spoon with me… looks like I will need it if you haven’t finished
those lines soon..’
I was nearly physically sweating. My hand had cramps. I struggled on. Nearly there.
I was almost crying. ‘Please Pippa I am nearly there. Please give me 5 minutes..
‘Please Pippa I am begging you.’
Sounds like fun…
I’ll give you 15 more minutes from the time I pass the dining room door… but you must come into the bedroom
on all fours, crawling with the lines in your mouth… like a dog (I could hear the amusement in Pippa’s voice..)
Just can’t say fairer than that can I ?’
‘No. No. That’s fine’. I was nearly there.. Might be sufficient time.
There was. Just.
I grabbed the lines and ran for my bedroom (my ?). Just threw my clothes down as I stripped off . I realised I would have to roll up the papers and hold them crosswise across my mouth… just like a dog with a newspaper…and crawled down the corridor and pushed the door to Pippa’s (our ??) bedroom open with my face and went in..
Pippa was sitting on the end of the bed. Reading the newspaper and drinking tea. I could see the tray on the table by the window had another cup on it. I was so thirsty…
Pippa looked up as I pushed in through the door
‘You really should knock, but then as dog it’s rather difficult with a bone in your mouth..’
Pippa was chuckling now and grinning down at me. I was about to spit out the paper when Pippa continued…
‘No dropping the paper (could she read my mind ??). I am soooo looking forward to seeing you beg…
Go on then…’
I crawled over. Beg ? If I could not speak ? Like a dog ?
I was feeling totally humiliated but knew the next development would be worse…
No option really. I sat back on my haunches.. and put both my arms up slightly bent in the parody of a dog begging.. waved them up and down a little. Pippa’s face was a picture. It was totally alive. Her eyes were bright and her face flushed. She was enjoying this.
‘Do not move from that position. Stay still. Beg.’
I waved my ‘paws’ again in the air. I felt so humiliated.... but my penis was sticking out.... hard as a rock...
Dear me. Must catch this.’ Before I could move Pippa had picked up her mobile phone which was lying on the bed. Click. Picture taken.
‘Oh don’t be so shocked. I thought it would be fun to have one of you like that.’
My arms were starting to get tired. Waving in the air…
Now Pippa was really laughing.
‘You really do look like a dog begging…
By the way when you drop that roll of paper you can explain to me while your so excited… but make sure
your back on all fours…’
I dropped the roll and went back on all fours. I turned my head to look up at Pippa who was looking down inquisitively at me.
I felt that knot in my stomach again. I just knew I was flushing again. My penis was sticking out…
I licked my lips. Dry. I could not speak.
Pippa seemed to sense this.. ‘Are you excited ?’
‘I really don’t know. All I know is that you treating me this way is fantastically stimulating.. exciting.. almost
as much as when I think of you with someone other man..’
‘So you really find that exciting do you ?’
‘Ok. So we are going to play a game…. But it is important. I really want to know if you truly truly want this..
Roll over on your back. Hands my your side. Look up. Stay still. Stay silent.’
I did and saw Pippa reach down and pick up the ‘lines’ she just glanced at them and roughly counted the words and pages… ‘Seems about right and as my loving husband I am sure you would not lie to me…but there is something you must explain the additional words you seem to have added: ‘and for her friends’..’
Pippa was looking down at me with one eyebrow raised.
I had been told to be silent...I hoped to get away with it... Pippa clearly realised that...
‘You can reply.’
So I had to explain about Jane’s demand, and of course Pippa questioned me about how it had come about.. Humiliating…
Pippa glanced occasionally at my penis which was remaining obstinately hard… Bobbing up and down..
‘Seems you even enjoy talking about it..’
I could feel my face glowing..
‘Must get Jane maybe both Jane and Rob round sometime…’ Pippa was enjoying teasing me. I could hear it in her voice.
‘Now… How do you feel looking up at me ?’
I just knew it was exciting. Pippa was now standing up and she seemed so far away…
‘I feel like a Lilliputian out of Guilliver’s Travels.. small, insignificant, looking up at this untouchable goddess.’
A small, tight smile briefly passed over Pippa’s face.
‘Good. I think your beginning to know your place. I just want to try something..’
Pippa was using her left foot to push off the loafer on her right. Her right foot was bare. I saw her put out her left hand to steady herself by holding onto one of the uprights of our four poster bed and then saw, then felt it as right foot came down to gently rest on my throat. A cooing voice..
‘Do put your head flat on the floor darling.. so that my foot is square on your throat.
Does that make you feel vulnerable ?’ I could feel Pippa’s foot pressing a little.. Her sole on my throat felt warm.. Her foot was moving a little forward and back, side to side.
I looked up past her leg in it’s tight jeans, the black sweater, the string of pearls, luminous white, to her intent face peering down at me. Her blond hair framing her face. Just like a scientist studying an laboratory animal specimen..
‘Yes. It scares me a little.’
‘Well if you pressed down on my throat and onto my adam’s apple it will hurt and I suppose you could even
kill me… Even though you love me I think it’s something primeval. It seems to scare me a bit.’
I felt the pressure of Pippa’s foot on my throat…
I could see her eyes were bright.
‘Please…’ my eyes were pleading..
The pressure eased a moment…
‘So your really at my mercy ?
Glad you find this exciting.’
I just knew my traitorous cock had not gone down. If anything it was even firmer… (how was that possible ?)
‘In a moment I want you to play with you little carrot. When I tell you to. You will have two minutes to
bring yourself off. I will put some pressure on your throat. You cannot stop me. I want you to realise you are
under my feet… at my mercy…
Do you love and trust me ?’
‘You will have to…
And… I want you to think of me with someone else..’
I could already feel myself almost tipping over…into a deep deep chasm...
Pippa was continuing...
‘If you cannot climax in two minutes… then… (Pippa shrugged) we must be going down the wrong path… but if you come within two minutes we will know you want it.’
Pippa looked at her watch.. ‘No talking. Just do it.. NOW.’
I grabbed my cock.. I could feel her foot on my neck, slowly pressing down, moving a little. I literally was ‘under her heel’ I looked up… all the way up her trim body to her face, her eyes showing their concentration as they watched my face then flicked to see my hand moving on my cock..
A soft voice reached me
‘Imagine me with someone else…’
I came… exploding with force sufficient to land sperm on my chest, some on Pippa’s foot, on my throat.
As I finished I wanted to get up but Pippa’s foot was still pressing down on my throat..
‘Stay. Lie there. Look up at me. Think. Is this where you belong ? Did you know that was just under a minute ?’
I moved my head a little side to side under that foot.’ No’.
‘There you are then. Spurted in less than a minute under my foot thinking of me with someone else..
NOOOO… I could feel myself twitching again…
Pippa’s voice was now sugar sweet...
‘Darling… now you have had your fun I think it is time for mine. You can close your eyes and stay there. No
need to talk. Just relax and listen…’
I did as I was told.
There is no doubt when you remove one of your senses such as ‘sight’ others seem to be heightened…
The foot was removed and I could hear Pippa moving away round the bed. Sounds of her taking off her other loafer, a belt and zip being undone. Jeans being taken off. A pillow being slide off the bed.
I could sense that Pippa had walked round the bed again and was standing close to me. I felt a hand lifting up my head and the pillow slipped under it.
I felt Pippa straddle my body and then sit down on my chest. Facing me. I could feel the dampness between her leg
#17 Posted: 9 Mar 2010 23:50
I felt Pippa straddle my body and then sit down on my chest. Facing me. I could feel the dampness between her legs. She leant down and nipped one of my ears with her teeth…
‘Darling do use your tongue well tonight…’
Then she we shifting her weight forward with her legs of either side of me pinning down my arms. Her pussy was now against my face…I could feel the fur… her voice was thick with excitement and emotion.. ‘EAT…’
I licked and probed with my tongue. Pippa was already drenched with juices. Clearly what we had been doing before had been exciting for her as well as for me. My cock was starting to harden again..
It was getting me going again doing this for Pippa. Her thighs were on either side of me.. holding me in a dark, wet, musky perfumed heaven. It was hot and sticky, slippery. My tongue made circles, crosses, triangles, licking up and down the outside of her labia. I knew that Pippa’s juices were dripping into my nose, all over my eyes, my face was a platform upon which Pippa was dancing.
I probed inside her… sweet heaven…
Teased her clitoris, flicking with my tongue, sucking. Pippa was now riding my face like a horse, bucking up and down, forcing my nose into her.
Pippa was rough I knew my face, tongue and nose would ache after this…I would be bruised..
I gasped for air and sometimes Pippa raised herself to allow me to take a breath.
It seemed to go for ever.
My tongue was tiring. My nose was used as if it was a small dildo. My nostrils were full of juices.
I swallowed what I could. Choking. The taste… sweet, but with a sharpness. I savoured it.
Suddenly I realised she was in the middle of a huge orgasm. Her body went still for a moment as it hit her. The centre of the storm, calm for a fraction, then she came. It was the most powerful I have ever known her to have.
It seemed to come in waves, she cried out, moaned, and collapsed..
I reached out and tentatively licked again.
Her thighs tightened on me… Her voice .... it was muffled but I could still hear it.. ‘Be still.. Drink.’
Pippa moved so that her vulva was over my mouth. My lips closed round. I sucked and drank.
Eventually Pippa got up and I tried to open my eyes.. they were sticky and I went to wipe them.
Leave them. You can crawl back to your bed with your eyes shut… Sleep… You can clean up in the morning..’
I did as I was told. It was strange finding my way down to the basement with my eyes shut. I had this enormous feeling of complete submission. I could have just opened them but something in me wanted... needed to obey Pippa.
My cock was hard again. I lay in bed thinking about what we had done. How I felt. Humiliated, but excited at the same time. I knew now I definitely liked it. Wanted more of it ? I realised I did.
Where would it lead ? I had no idea but I knew I loved and trusted Pippa. So far it had been ok… I had to bring myself off again.. and did.
#18 Posted: 10 Mar 2010 00:22
Welcome back Colin. I see you have spent some of your time away wisely ! Still looking good.
#19 Posted: 10 Mar 2010 05:55
Very good Colin - Pippa is turning out to be quite good at this! Thanks, and welcome back.
#20 Posted: 10 Mar 2010 12:15
Very good indeed to see you back - more great work!
#21 Posted: 12 Mar 2010 00:29
Fantastic, it just keeps on getting better and better
#22 Posted: 17 Mar 2010 22:49
Pippa and Harry – A Journey – Chapter 13
When I woke up my eyes were glued shut. All Pippa’s juices had dried and made a crust. I managed to get to the bathroom and with some warm water cleaned my eyes, then showered. As I dressed I realised that I could still smell Pippa’s musky scent. There was no way I could clean it out of my nose… All those juices which had gone down my nostrils had dried out within my nasal passages…even showering could not remove them… it would take time.. It was as if Pippa had marked me as her own.. just as vixen would. I found the thoughts stimulating... (why ?)
I took tea into Pippa, who rolled over, and half opened sleepy eyes at me.
‘Darling I have arranged for us to drop the kids off at their friends house after breakfast. Then we have
an appointment to keep.’
‘Yes. Jane recommended the place and has made the arrangements. I have the address.
Run along now and get everything sorted. I’ll be down soon.’
I did as Pippa had asked. When we were getting the kids into the car Pippa asked for the keys.
‘I think I’ll drive’.
As I sat in the passenger seat I wondered a little about that development. Normally I would drive when we were in the car as a family. I looked over at Pippa and she glanced over at me.
‘Wondering why ?’
‘I just thought if I was in charge I should drive when we are a family from now on. I enjoy driving anyway
and don’t have much time when I am at work in the week. I also looked up where we need to go.’
I pondered on that, but said nothing more.
Kids were dropped off for the morning and then we were off to whatever this appointment was for.
I thought better not to ask. We drove into London.
It was Pippa who broke the silence..
‘You know this is definitely changing our lives ?’
‘Do you want it to ?’
I hesitated. In one way yes, in another no.
I saw Pippa’s head nod a little as she concentrated on the road.
‘But do you find it exciting ?’
‘Sure do.’ I could feel a certain part of me wanting to be allowed it’s freedom to stretch out. I shifted in my seat.
Pippa’s voice was almost too low to catch... but it was there.. ‘So do I.’
We were quiet for a while. Then it was my turn to take it on…
‘Do you love me ?’
‘Yes and I am sure you love me right ?’
‘But can you trust me like last night ?
I knew this was a big test
‘Yes I believe I can’
‘No good believing. You have to have total trust in me for this to work. Do you ?’
My heart was pumping. ‘Yes.’
‘Good. Then I think we can go forward. You agree ?’
‘Yes.’ I tingled with anticipation… something about this new direction stimulated me so much..
A short time later we pulled up in what seemed to be a normal street of standard City Town houses. Once we had parked Pippa strode up some steps to a door in one of the larger houses. I admired her figure. Pippa was dressed today in almost cowboy style with tight blue jeans which showed off both her legs and bottom, brown boots with some tapering heel and check shirt with a brown leather jacket. With her hair up I thought she was stunning.
‘No dawdling Harry’, Pippa was calling.
Pippa pressed the bell and when the door was answered it was a by a slim woman, in her mid 50’s. I guessed. She introduced herself as Claire and showed us into a small office and sat behind her desk indicating a seat for Pippa. I looked round, but realised there was no other chair and I was about to stand by the door when Claire spoke:
‘Why not come and sit by your Owners feet ? I am sure it will be more comfortable for you.’
Pippa quickly followed up
‘Yes Harry what a nice idea, you can sit there and listen while I talk with Claire.’
I knew I was blushing red, but felt there was no choice.
As I listened I started to feel some real concern.
Claire was talking about male chastity devices, some of which if used with pills could reduce the size of a penis and then be locked on for ever. I found I was shaking. Pippa as if sensing this... reassured me by saying that at this stage (these words never registered with me, my mind was just so mixed up..) I am just looking for a chastity device to control his penis.
Claire smiled and continued to chat, explaining they had different ones for different purposes, general use, punishment where there were spikes inside so any attempted erection was very painful, gradual reduction of size ones which over a course of 6 to 12 to 18 months would reduce most penis sizes to about 2 or 2-1/2 inches depending on how often the penis was allowed out of the device, and if, as the penis size went down, smaller devices were then subsequently used.
Again I wanted to interrupt, but as I was clearing my throat which was very dry, Pippa put her hand down and ruffled my hair and tickled my ear as if I was a dog at her feet. At least that was how it felt to me and for some strange reason I was hard again. It was also very soothing. Almost mesmerising….
I missed something, but then picked up that Claire was explaining that there were further options.
Some Owners (there was that word AGAIN..) took moulds of their pet’s (PET’s ???) penis in it’s original state so that they could have a life size dildo made to show the pet at the end of the course what size they had originally been. As once reduced it was almost impossible for the penis to return to normal size, even if completely released and exercised regularly. Maybe a half inch at most could be gained.
Now I was really worried, if that was me they were talking about which I was sure it was this did not sound good.
I started to uncross my legs, as where I had been sitting cross legged leaning up against Pippa’s chair they were really aching, to get to my feet to protest when suddenly the hand that had gently been tickling my hair and ear moved firmly so that it caught my right ear lope between it’s thumb and forefinger. Pippa had fairly short nails but not that short and when those fingers closed with considerable pressure I let out a considerable ‘yelp.’ It hurt.
‘Harry you were told to sit by my chair and listen, now be a good doggy and stay.’
I could not believe what Pippa had just said, but it excited me no end and as I settled down again so the hand released my ear and started massaging my neck. It felt good. Relaxing.
Again I missed something.
It was something about a collar and that Pippa had said that was not needed at this time, but she would like a brochure sent to her office address in London.
Then there was a discussion about milking which made no sense to me. I was lost in the most wonderful neck/head massage that Pippa was giving me. Although when Pippa was asking some further questions I managed to concentrate to hear the discussion.
‘So we could get a mould made now for future use and posterity ?’
‘Yes we would recommend it’
‘A series of reducing chastity devices is a better buy than individual ones ?’
‘Yes better value, and tends to allow a constant reduction rather than stopping and starting, if that’s what you
want. Milking has the advantage that you can choose the time when his production is at its peak. Milk him. Use
his ‘milk’ as you will and then repeat the process always keeping him in his chastity device.’
‘Will he get much enjoyment from it ?’
‘Not a lot. Certainly not in the way he would be used to. Although some men come to enjoy their prostrate being
exercised.’ At this Claire sniggered which made Pippa also giggle.
‘So that’s it ?’
‘You have made your decisions ?’
‘Ok would you tick the boxes against what you require and then sign here and then get the dog to put a paw on as
well. I will witness it.’
#23 Posted: 17 Mar 2010 22:51
(Dog ? Paw ? but I was so hard.)
Clare rose to leave ‘While you do that I will go and get prepared.’
I felt Pippa remove her hand from my neck watched as she reached for a pen. I saw her smiling down at me.
‘Are you turned on ?’
‘Yes. I do not know why. I should be so upset about this. You also hurt my ear.’
Pippa’s eyes were sparkling.
‘You have no idea how hot it made me to chat to Claire about chastity devices, with you sitting at my feet and
then playing with you. Crimping your ear made me want to drag you into a spare room and **** you when
you yelped and obeyed me. It was heaven.’
I found myself getting excited at the thoughts of Pippa enjoying it... but... I thought it was time to stop and asked…
‘Can I get up now ?’
‘Can I get up now ?’
‘Your asking ?? Oh wow.’
‘Your asking ?’
‘This is incredible. What a power rush.’
Suddenly I clicked. I had asked Pippa as if she really was my Owner. I started to get up and had just got to my knees when Pippa realised what I was doing. Dropping the pen she put her hand down on the back of my head and pushed down hard. I was in such an awkward position, and my legs were dead from sitting cross legged for such time, that I had no choice but let my head be pushed down. My head ended up next to Pippa’s right boot and I heard her say.
‘You stay right there in that position. But I want you to only do it if you really want to.
Think for a moment. Are you excited ?, I’ll let you into a little secret…it excites me by the way.
If you want me to keep controlling you then all you have to do is to start kissing the boot nearest to you. Big kisses
Harry. Otherwise say ‘no’ and I will let you up.’
I thought. I’m lost. This is turning me on so much. Why ? why ?
I tried to turn my head but Pippa had got a firm grip and held it down next to her boot.
I thought this must be a game. It’s so excting. Ok go with the flow.
I kissed Pippa’s boots.
‘Big kisses and more of them Harry.’
With that Pippa released my head and I heard her pick up the pen and start ticking boxes. Shortly after that Claire came back into the room and her conversation resumed with Pippa
‘I see you have him well trained already.’
‘Not really, this last week or so has been amazing. We are both find out things we never knew about each other.’
‘Well your definitely starting on a journey.’
‘Yesss’ (I thought Pippa’s voice sounded very thoughtful), ‘I wonder where we will end up ?’
Claire laughed lightly.
‘Where you want, on top, and where you want your pet, on the bottom, your love will change, but I suspect you
will find it a most exciting and satisfying journey.
Anyway now you are done shall we get your pet’s signature and I will witness it and we will get organized. I
have plenty of stock ..’
I was allowed up to sign the papers. Some I just signed at the bottom. Others I noticed which were clearly questions and boxes which had been ticked, had been covered over. I did note that the headings were:
Yes / No / Required now / Maybe / Later fitting / Permanent / Brochure required
and that I had to sign all the pages which seemed to be quite a number. As I signed the last page, the paper covering the line at the bottom had moved, and it showed a yes/no box. I managed to jerk a little as I signed this last page and sneak a look at the last question.
Do you intend at some point to sell your ownership ? The ‘No’ box was ticked.
I felt somewhat relieved, but wondered what the other pages contained. Perhaps if I had known I would have refused to sign, but in some ways I just did not want to know. I really did need to trust Pippa. To trust her love for me as a person and as a human. I felt I was making a ‘leap’ into the unknown… but at some level it excited me to be signing these papers…
Claire had changed into a nurses uniform and after signing took us into what was to all effects and purposes an operating theatre. Claire saw us looking and commented
‘We use this room when we need to undertake some minor surgery, but it also doubles up as a measuring
room for cases such as yours.’
I had wandered over to look at some small brown balls in jars. I had a feeling I did not want to know what was in them….
Pippa’s voice. Very business like pulled me away...
‘Harry. Don’t stand there all day, get your clothes off.’
Both Pippa and Claire did not turn away. I found it embarrassing to strip for them as I knew what would be seen.. my body was betraying me again. My penis was like an iron bar. Pippa came over to me and grabbed it and looking into my eyes for what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only half a minute....before saying
‘This is mine.’
I looked down ‘Yes’
Pippa’s hand then shifted to grip my balls. Quite firmly. I knew any more pressure would hurt.
‘Look at me.’
‘And these are mine also ?’
‘Yes.’ My voice seemed to come from miles away. I had said it.
Pippa was looking at me with a stern expression on her face.
‘And no more talking. Your not to say another word till I say you can. Ok ?’
I nearly spoke.... I nodded to show it was ok.
I caught a glimpse of Claire smirking slightly to one side of Pippa.
My face felt as if it was a set of traffic lights… red again..
Claire got me to lie back on the table and took various measurements. Even though Claire wore rubber gloves and I was naked lying on my back in front of my wife and Clarie (a nurse ?) For some reason the whole thing was
causing me to remain hard.
I then found my penis had been wrapped in what I thought was cellophane, after which something which looked like damp ‘clay’ was put round it. This hardened quite quickly before being split apart in half length ways down my erection with, I was glad to see, a blunt knife.
I felt my wife’s hand on my shoulder..
‘Just relax dear. We’re making sure we know what you were like for the future comparison ..’
‘Don’t you now need him to be flaccid now?’ Pippa was now talking to Claire
Who just smiled and handed Pippa a small bowl of ice and a flannel which had been wrapped round a bag of frozen peas.
‘I imagine you know what to do with this…’
On my back I could see Pippa grinning back at Clarie..
‘Sure… and there soon be a couple more frozen peas round here…’
Needless to say I was not impressed… It was wrapped round my penis and balls. The cold was bearable, but it was doing it’s job. Once I was flaccid the measurements were taken. While this was going on I just wished I was anywhere but on that table…
Claire chatting to Pippa as she took the measurements..
‘I think I can see why your going to lock this away. Not a great width or length when it’s stimulated and now
looks like it’s a small bent twig.’
‘True. Worse every time he thinks of me with another man he just let’s fly.’
Even though the cold had shrunk my penis I felt it jerk.
Claire nodded. ‘I felt it also. Nasty. No control.’
‘Exactly and you can imagine when he tries to fuck me now… one wrong word and he’s all ‘done’. Sometimes
now not even a word is needed.’
I could feel myself stirring again. The cold was wearing off and this talk of Pippa with someone else was starting to get my blood moving again…
Much to my surprise more measurements were taken, my neck, hands, feet, thighs, waist. Finally I was allowed up to get dressed. By this time my ‘best friend’ was starting to feel more like normal…
While I was doing this Pippa went off to settle up the bill with Claire. I had some concern as to what was in the bags which Pippa had asked me to carry. I tried to look inside, but they were all sealed down. Clearly Claire had supplied Pippa with quite a few things from her stock room…
#24 Posted: 17 Mar 2010 22:52
Pippa saw me trying to look again when we were back in the car and she was driving us home.
‘No need to try it’s all sealed down. I will take the bags upto our room and we can chat about this more after the kids are in bed this evening. Your sleeping with me tonight. No more till then.’
I just nodded and closed my eyes… I needed to rest.
The rest of the day turned out very much a normal Saturday in the early autumn. Some gardening, house work, playing with the kids. Just a standard day..
Later that evening once the kids were in bed asleep and we were in bed… both of us naked… It felt good… Close as a couple. Loving.
‘Just relax for a bit. No need to hurry.’
Pippa had moved somewhat to avoid my attempt to penetrate her. I really wanted to take her. Thrust deep, feel her warm, damp pussy surround my cock. To move in and out..
‘Just cuddle for a bit. Hold me.
I always love it when we close the curtains round the bed, and just have the two little wall mounted lamps on above us, It seems so warm and comforting.’
‘So do I’. I was looking round. It was really great being in our four poster bed with the curtains pulled round, but at the same time with the deep red linings and the shaded lamps in many ways it was a very decadent. A close, sexy atmosphere in which thoughts and ideas could be discussed which really should remain within the confines of the bed… if not actions as well.
Pippa’s voice interrupted my thoughts..
‘How was it earlier today for you ?’
I knew what Pippa was referring to. (What else could she be referring to ?).
I hesitated for a moment before replying. I had a feeling I was going to keep digging that pit I felt I was in even deeper. Pippa seemed to really relish putting me on the spot. Embarrassing me…
I could feel one of Pippa’s hand carefully arranging itself around my erection which was starting to throb more as I thought again about earlier in the day. Pippa’s other was gently rubbing my back. We were facing each other on our sides. Close. Head to head..
‘OK’ I could say no more.
‘Just ok ? Are you sure ? I seem to remember you admitting to me when you kissed my boots in Claire’s
reception room how hot it made you ?
Darling… you’ve gone the same colour as the drapes..
Is my little boy embarrassed to admit he likes his wife in charge ?’
Pippa’s hand was now gripping my penis hard.
‘Goodness you do seem to find that exciting…’ I was trying to jerk. Anything to move my penis..
‘No moving. Stay still. Listen… I’ve got a few things to say to you…
Tomorrow you need to be weighted ? Remember what happens if you have not lost a pound or more ?’
I shook my head. (How could I remember that at a time like this ?)
‘Let me re-fresh your memory. If you fail this time no more ‘fucking’ for you till you have lost the weight. I
will really hate that as you know. I like fucking more than oral. I like it when you come inside me. I feel
complete. Without it I will become really frustrated and I suspect a real bitch to you. I think that you have not
been trying hard enough recently on your diet or working out in the gym enough. True ?’
This took me aback. I had virtually forgotten about the diet and the consequences. I realised Pippa had been leaving me on my own to work on it. Last week she had chased me and I had managed it. This time without her pushing I had slacked. I felt really guilty. I just knew I was going to fail. I had failed Pippa. I would cause her distress.
In a moment of prescience I realised that this would be what it would be like. Should be like. I had completely overlooked that I would not be able to fuck Pippa, which SHE would really like ME to do.. I had failed her. I had not thought of her. I should have been concerned for what her needs were... I loved her...
‘Sorry. I am so very very sorry I completely overlooked it.’
‘I thought so. That’s why I wanted you in bed with me tonight. This might be our last fuck.’
‘Don’t you mean our last fuck till I get my weight down ?’
‘No…. Well maybe..’
‘Well if you do fail, then you cannot fuck me. I like to fuck. You clearly like to imagine me fucking someone
else. What happens if that desire meets with my needs ?? ‘
Pippa did not leave time for me to try and cut in... she was continuing... almost in a rush..
‘ I could see it happening… and frankly if it does… maybe I should to be faithful to him, whoever he might be, especially if he was bigger and better than you. At least while we were fucking.. and if it was someone I liked maybe that could go on for sometime… long after you have got your weight down.’
I was stunned.
Pippa was now really twisting my mind...
‘Think about it. Your beloved wife fucking someone else and you can’t..
Oh dear darling… your so hard again..’
Pippa was whispering now...
‘Darling, I thing you should gently put your hand down to my pussy… gently now… what do you feel ?’
‘Damp. Wet… really wet..’
‘So now you know. I love you…, but this might start going further. Do you think you could cope ?’
My mind was a blur again... Pippa was excited as much as I was by this direction... (more ?)
My stomach was again palpitating… My heart pounding… My head seemed to be in a spin.. My cock… hard… so very hard…
I croaked. ‘I think so.’
‘You have to say Yes or No’
I had to say it..‘Yes’
Pippa was smiling now...
‘Goody… and tomorrow morning after we have showered we are going to put on one of the little devices on your little dicky I have purchased. It stays on till I say you can take it off.
(She said ‘little dicky’ ?)
Agreed ?’ (Pippa’s voice was hard now. Her eyes..)
Again all I could say ... was... ‘Yes’
At which point Pippa gave me a deep succulent kiss with her tongue probing into my mouth. Dominating it.
Suddenly breaking away…
‘You know you going to be just like a little boy. Under Mummy’s control…
Do you like that idea ?
I see you do I can feel your cock trying to jerk again… ‘
Pippa’s hand had remained holding my erection firmly so she could feel me react to her words…
‘When you take your shower in the morning I want you to remove all your pubic hair front, balls, crack, the lot.
If you are going to be a my little boy then I want you to look like one. It might even make your penis look
larger… but I doubt it.. There’s some hair removal cream just up on the shower room ledge.’
Pippa gripped harder. Painful even.
‘Pippa that’s hurting…’
‘Tough. I want to squeeze it and you will let me because you love me and want to do everything you can to
make me happy. Right ?
‘Well right now I want you to fuck me long and hard.’
My cock felt as if it had been released from a vice. Relief…
We rolled over and I entered her. I slide into Pippa so easily. Her pussy was warm, slick, so pleasant, so enjoyable. I could feel her gripping me with her vagina muscles. We settled into our old easy way.
‘Good for me also.’
It was gentle but relaxed…
‘Harder Harry, deeper, I need to feel you.’
I did my best. Pushed into her. My pubic hair matting with Pippa’s. We ground together. I knew I could reach no further. I tried. I was just not filling her up as she needed. I was not satisfying her. Not giving her what she deserved. What I wanted to give her. A feeling of being inadequate crept over me. I could feel myself shrinking. NOOOO…
‘What’s wrong Harry ? I can feel you shrinking…’
‘Sorry. I could feel myself getting smaller…’ please no…
‘Harry ! Tell me what’s wrong.’
I slipped out.
‘Harry please. I love you. What’s up ?’
I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek.
‘Harry.’ Pippa was kissing my face with little kisses. I had my eyes tightly shut, I did not want to face this.
‘Harry your crying..’
I was choked.
‘I … I… I… found myself thinking how I was not satisfying you. That I really could not fuck you the way you needed…’
‘Darling. It’s ok.’ (Pippa was holding me like a child..). ‘Just relax. I love fucking. You know that. However you also know that the only way I climax with you is if you go down on me. So no worries…Forget it.’
I was starting to relax but something was nagging at me…
‘…climax with you.. ???’
It was as if I was fighting my way out of a dream.
‘What do you mean ‘climax with you’ ?
I felt Pippa go still. Then a shrug.
‘Well if you must know. I can climax when being fucked. The last time was with Steve before we got married.’
I gulped. Oh no. Not again
Pippa felt it…
‘So you like it when I talk about Steve fucking me. Taking me to an orgasm while fucking me which you
have never done.’
I could feel my penis starting to harden as she spoke
Pippa’s hand was back on me… moving up and down. Pulling my foreskin backwards and forwards. I was almost back to full erection.
‘That’s better.. come on put it inside now…’
I did and we started to move together again.
Come on harder. I thrust in as deep and as violently as I could. It elicited a small moan from Pippa. ‘More…’
We went at it, but it was no good. I kept finding my mind coming back to fact I could not satisfy Pippa.
Pippa knew it too.
I could feel it. Loss of hardness.. Feeble..
Pippa tried to reassure me... to try and make it work...
‘Darling it’s all right… Think about me with another man… maybe Steve ?
We both could feel me hardening again…
Pippa started to talk to me… (To tell me a story ? I found myself getting hard and and fucking her as hard as I could…)
‘You know, years ago, I was with Steve and we were out having a drink at a pub. It was the summer and I
needed the loo. One of those old fashioned ones, in a courtyard. You know round the back outside. I went and as
I came out Steve who had clearly followed me enveloped me in his arms. You know how strong he is. It
was rough, but exciting. He pushed me up against one of the recessed doorways and kissed me hard. I struggled a
little. He was so powerful. Masterful. One of his hands left me and I heard his zip go. Then it was up my
dress pushing my panties to one side. Harry you have no idea. It was something I had thought about. Being
taken by a strong man. Like a ****, but it was safe. Exciting. Suddenly I felt him thrust inside me. You know he
is so much bigger in terms of length and width than you. You really must see it one day in all its glory.
Anyway there I am being fucked up against this door when I suddenly over Steve’s shoulder I see this old
man looking out of the window of the ‘gents’ across the courtyard from us. Watching. Something in me
found this even more exciting. but scary. I remember trying to attract Steve’s attention. He just said ‘Shut
up. Fuck. If someone’s watching.. Enjoy it!’ I remember those words to this day… and do you know ? I did
enjoy it. It made me cum and cum. I have never had such an orgasm. My climax just seemed to roll on and on.’
I found himself exploding.
‘Oh dear.. darling did you find my story exciting ??’
I was still recovering…
‘I think you did… and now you must do me a favour. A big one. I really need to you to go down on me.’
I was shaking my head.
Pippa’s voice was sugar sweet...
‘Now now. Don’t upset me. Your not able to fuck me… and you know I like to fuck. I have given you a very
nice story, which is true by the way in case you are wondering, and got you off. Surely to please your darling
wife you will do something for me ?’
I knew I had to do it..
I gingerly went down the bed. Between her thighs. Pippa was holding herself apart. I could see a milky substance leaking from her pussy. I looked up. I could see Pippa looking down at me. Her eyes were glittering. Her breath was faster than normal and her face was flushed… She’s really excited. Her voice was hoarse with desire...
I want to watch.
Go slowly. Lick up and down to start with. Taste us both..’
I did as I was instructed.
I tried not to gag, the smell and taste of my own semen. Spunk. Ugh.
Somewhere inside me a little voice was telling me this is what I should be doing. Pleasing Pippa. Overcoming my wish not to with my wish to look after her. To give her pleasure.
I started to work hard, to twirl my tongue to flick her clitoris, that bud of stimulation.
Rewards came in the form of Pippa starting to moan and writhe.. Suddenly she was climaxing… Her legs snapped shut holding me tight amongst her damp and warm thighs. So strong. I felt trapped. I loved it. That feeling of submission of giving Pippa pleasure…
Eventually Pippa released me and I moved back up.
Hmmm, that was good…’
My voice was dry... ‘Glad you enjoyed it.’
Pippa was smiling at me... her voice equally dry.. ‘Sure we will do more of it.’
Pippa suddenly pulled me tight. ‘Whatever happens you know I love you.’
‘Of course I do. I love you.’
‘But will you in the future.. can you see the path we are headed ?’
‘Yes, but I like the idea. I found I am really liking the idea of serving you. Looking after your needs.’
‘What if I really did ‘cuckold’ you ?’
I just pressed against Pippa… she could feel my hardness..
‘No.! Again ? You’ve never managed more than once…’
‘Looks like I might…’
‘No you go to sleep like a good boy. Be good for you to show some restraint.. which is what you will be
in tomorrow.’ Pippa was giggling now. I found it infectious…
#25 Posted: 18 Mar 2010 05:30
I got behind in my reading and just caught up. This story is very hot.
#26 Posted: 18 Mar 2010 05:54
Thank you so much for continueing this story. At the pace you are going with, you can provide all of us avid pervs with months of enjoyment. THis is truly one of the best stories I have read on this sight.
Evil, perverted, willful Mommy.
What more can we ask?
#27 Posted: 18 Mar 2010 09:53
Thank you so much!
#28 Posted: 18 Mar 2010 23:06
Boiling up nicely Colin. Thanks for continuing a great story.
#29 Posted: 19 Mar 2010 07:25
Great stuff, cant wait for the cucking to begin
#30 Posted: 25 Mar 2010 16:14
This is a very exciting story. cannot wait to see if he lives in the dog cage once the cuckolding starts