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Submissive Husband




My wife / Mistress Emily (we're into D/s) perfectly exemplifies the old saying

about wanting what one can't have. I realized early in our marriage that She

wants me more when She can't have me. Paradoxically, the more She uses and

torments me, the more I love Her. Our marriage wasn't made in heaven but it

works perfectly here on earth.



She requires ritualized phone sex every night during my frequent

business trips. Judging by what She says She's doing and Her ecstatic sounds,

it's better for Her than being with me. She especially enjoys making me delay my

orgasm until She's enjoyed as many of Her own as She cares to for the moment.

"Get as close as you can without finishing, Honey!" She commands. "Tell

me when you're ready."

I stroke myself until my thighs and stomach tingle and the pressure

beneath my balls is almost unbearable.

"Now!" I exclaim. She commands me to stop touching myself and put my

hand outside the blanket.

I have no choice; She'll know if disobey. I reluctantly comply and

listen to Her screams and moans while my cock twitches maddeningly against the

unfeeling cloth.

"Now you may finish, Darling," She says sweetly. I hold the headset

against my chest so She can hear my heart race while I ejaculate and slow when

my orgasm subsides.

"Did you come a lot for Me?" Emily asks. "Is it all over your hand and

stomach?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answer. "I'm covered in it!"

She whispers "Good boy! I love you!" and rings off.



The present phase of our relationship began around six months ago, the

night before a trip. While we were preparing to make love, I finally told Her it

bothered me a bit that She enjoyed Herself more alone than with me. She'd

already restrained my wrists to the bedposts and was preparing to secure my

ankles.

"Your sex life would be perfect if I were locked up in primister with a

phone in my cell, wouldn't it, Mistress?" I asked. Her enormous gray eyes

widened in surprise.

"I often fantasize that you're locked away from me forever, David. We're

only allowed to see one another for an hour each month. The guards let us kiss

once when I first arrive, then we must sit on opposite sides of a table. They

watch us to prevent our touching again. There's no privacy. The visiting room is

crowded with other inmates and their women. The air is thick with musk." She

pulled my leg out straight and locked the restraint around my ankle.

"You stare at My breasts through My thin blouse with an enormous

hardon." She patted the fly of my Levis and grinned. "I describe what I did to

myself since our last visit and what I'd do if we were alone. I squeeze

my thighs together and get off. The guard doesn't know I'm doing it but you do!"

She pulled my other leg toward the bed post and secured it.

"They take you to shower on the way back to your cell. The guard is a

woman who looks so much like me it drives you crazy." Emily stripped slowly and

seductively, displaying Her lithe dancer's body; small, firm breasts, long,

tapered legs and tight, round ass.

"You look at her out of the corner of your eye and see that she's

watching you. The water cascades over your body like a hundred hot fingers. You

get hard soaping yourself. Your hand is slick and slippery. It feels like My

pussy when you wrap it around your cock. You face the wall to hide what you're

doing from her but you feel her watching you make yourself come." Emily leaned

over and kissed me, sucked my tongue into Her mouth and bit it.

"You lie there at night remembering how nice my breasts felt." She

pressed one into my hand then leaned over me and let me lick and suck Her

nipples.

"You dream about Me. You wake up crazy with your need for Me in the

middle of the night and jerk off." Emily was already wet when She straddled my

face. I knew exactly how She liked to be eaten and gave Her the pressure, rhythm

and tempo She loved. My wife screamed and convulsed time after time before

relaxing to lie next to me with a leg over one of mine and a firm breast pressed

against my chest.

"That was so nice," She purred and licked my neck. One graceful hand

glided slowly over my chest, pinching my nipples, playing with the hair. "I love

to fantasize your being in jail while I come." Her fingers strayed down my

stomach and under my waistband. "You'd be hot for me all the time, wouldn't you,

Sweetheart?"

"I am now!" I replied. "God, I need you so badly!" I arched my back and

raised my hips.

"You'd lie there in you cell every night for the rest of your life,

coming without satisfaction, dying for what you're about to get!" She kissed my

lips and touched the head of my cock. I fought the tight restraints to move

against Her fingers. Emily rubbed my urethral slit ever so lightly with a soft

finger tip.

"Is this what you want? Do you like it when I touch you here?" I

couldn't catch my breath.

"Yes!" I wheezed. "Please take it out, Mistress!"

"Not yet, Darling. I'm not quite ready." Emily lay on top of me with our

bodies touching full length; hands on my bound wrists, legs outside mine,

breasts against my chest. Her prominent mons pressed relentlessly against my

straining cock.

"Shall I ride you? Would you like that?" She covered my lips with Hers.

I moaned "yes!" against Her open mouth. She sat up on me.

"Perhaps I'll suck you off instead. Would you like to finish in My

mouth?" She moved back and forth

against the hard ridge of my confined cock. I felt like I was drowning!

"Or I might loosen one of your wrist restraints just enough to allow you

to touch the head of your cock with your finger tips and let you masturbate for

me."

"Anything at all! Please, Mistress!" I begged.

"Perhaps I'll leave you just as you are," She started to pant and

tremble "and make you wait until morning!" Emily's face contorted. She came with

a keening wail, slid off me and lay sweaty and satisfied against my side, Her

warm cheek on my chest.

"Mistress..." I pleaded.

Emily kissed my nipple, closed Her eyes and whispered languidly "I'm

ready for a nap."

"I'm not!" I responded fearfully. She'd inflicted this exquisite ***

on me before.

"For God's sake, please let me come!" I was afraid She'd ignored me

until I felt Her fumbling with my zipper. My cock leapt free. Emily rubbed it

slowly, tantalizingly, without opening Her eyes.

"All right, Darling. Let me get in the mood for another climax." She

played with me until I was trembling violently from the strain of holding back.

The sensation of Her hand on my aching rod was too

powerful to bear.

"I'm getting too close, Mistress!" I warned. My whole body jerked at the

sensation of Her tongue in my mouth when She kissed me. I couldn't hold my hips

still.

When a drop of precome squeezed out She commanded "Wait until I get a

condom, David!"

"Mistress, forgive me!" I pleaded desperately. "I don't think I can!"

"Damn you, David!" She snarled. "Don't you dare to come without

permission! Wait for me!" She exclaimed and slipped a rubber over the head of my

cock. I started to ejaculate before She finished rolling it down the shaft.

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" I gasped. She watched as I helplessly pumped my

load into the condom, refusing to touch me until my frantic pelvic thrusts

subsided.

"You'd be inside Me now if you had any self control!" She said icily.

Mistress pulled off the rubber, emptied it into Her palm and held Her hand to my

mouth. When I finished licking it clean, She freed me and lay with Her back to

me. She pushed my hand away when I touched Her. We didn't speak again that

night.



She apologized on the way to the airport the next morning. "I'm sorry I

was so bitchy last night. You disappointed Me when you wouldn't wait." Emily

smiled sweetly and shifted to a plaintive, little girl tone.

"Can you forgive Me?" I nodded. We both knew I could forgive Her

anything. She kissed my cheek and put my hand under Her skirt. The crotch of Her

silk panties was soaked.

"I moved to your side of the bed after you got up this morning," She

said breathlessly. "The sheet was warm from your body. I put your pillow between

my knees and made myself come while you were showering." She stopped in front of

the terminal, patted my crotch and whispered "Call me tonight, Lover. I'll be

waiting!"



She told me She had a present for me. I asked what it was.

"A surprise. You'll have to be patient until you get back," She teased.

"I'm holding it in my hand, wishing you were here. Listen!"

She held the phone between Her thighs so I could hear the wet sounds of

Her fingers bringing Her a to Her climax. "God, I can't wait to give this to

you!" She whispered and hung up.





I was incredibly horny the evening I returned. Emily looked fantastic

when She met me at the door. She'd been practicing a new ballet and had on a

white leotard which did little to hide Her small, pointed breasts and dark,

thick pubic triangle. She had a feline quality, strong and graceful, even a bit

predatory. I was ready to go as soon as I put down my bag but She held me

off through dinner to let our excitement build.

"Your present is upstairs, Honey," She informed me "but you must promise

me something before I give it to you." I raised my glass in silent toast to

whatever She might propose.

"You'll obey My rules without question or complaint." I nodded.

"You must say it!" She demanded.

"I'll do whatever You want me to, Mistress," I acknowledged. Emily

smiled and started up the stairs.

"Wait until I call you," She said sweetly. "It won't be long!" I was

half out of my mind by the time She invited me up. The bedroom was lit only by a

few candles. Emily lay on Her back in the middle of the bed. Flickering lights

danced off Her smooth skin, accentuating the curves and hollows of Her slender

body. She raised Her knees, parted them and lifted Her arms in invitation.

"Hurry, Darling," She cooed. "Make love to me." Damaging Her perfect

body with a pregnancy or hormones in the Pill was out of the question. I went to

the dresser for a condom.

"Not this time, Dearest," She said breathlessly. "I'm due to start in a

day or two. I'll be all right." She looked at my bounding cock and licked Her

lips. "I want to feel you come inside me just this once."

She seldom let me have intercourse without restraining me on my back and

never without a condom. I climbed onto the bed and told Her I loved the

present.

"But this isn't it," she said sweetly. "This is just preparation." Emily

wrapped Her hands in my hair and guided my face between Her legs. I alternately

sucked Her hot, swollen labia and tongued the tiny, hard point of Her clit until

She came and gave me permission to enter Her. I buried myself in Her molten

tightness and began to thrust. She shook Her head. Mistress never relinquished

control.

"No, keep still," She commanded. "Hold yourself above Me and don't

distract Me!" She massaged Her clit with a finger tip and smiled up at me,

enjoying my struggle to please Her. Her pupils were so large they nearly

obscured the color of Her irises. Emily clenched around me and sighed.

"Now you may finish but do it without moving!" It took all my willpower

to keep from thrusting inside Her. I tried to make myself come by clenching my

internal muscles. Nothing happened. She pulled my face to Hers and bit my lip.

"Now, David!" She snarled against my reding mouth. She bore down on

me. Her sheath fluttered. I came in a sudden torrent, pouring my semen and

frustration into Her. We lay connected in each other's arms while my sticky

fluid ran out around my softening cock. She dug Her nails into my ass cheeks,

pulled Me tightly against Her and tenderly kissed my redy mouth.

"I felt it splash against my womb," She said dreamily. "I love you so

much, Baby and I'll love you even more after I give you your present!" She

pushed up on my chest. "Get off and lie on your back."

I basked in the warmth of the afterglow and worshiped my perfect Mistress

with my eyes while She restrained my wrists. Emily always looks loveliest just

after She comes. Her lips are fuller and Her dark brown nipples remain

contracted into nearly-black points. She straddled my face so I could lick Her

clean of our mingled juices. When I finished, She took something which looked

like a combination handcuff and thumbcuff from the dresser drawer and held it

above my face. The large cuff was smooth. The smaller had several small, sharp

projections around the inside.

"I had this made especially for us!" She exclaimed. Emily put the large

cuff around the base of my balls and cock with the short chain under and between

my balls and locked it tightly.

"Oh, it's beautiful! It makes your package so prominent!" She purred

approvingly. She pulled my cock down, slipped the little cuff over the head and

locked it just behind the ridge. I told Her it was too tight and the points

hurt. She smiled.

"Of course it's tight. If it weren't, you'd be able to take it off,

wouldn't you?" She asked sweetly. She squeezed it a notch tighter to punish my

impertinence.

"We'll make sure you can pee later," She assured me. I looked at my

captive manhood and regretted agreeing so quickly to let Her do whatever She

chose to. Emily climbed into bed beside me, pulled the blanket over us and said

good night.

"Aren't you going to release me?" I asked. She nestled Her face in the

hollow between my shoulder and neck, cupped my imprimistered genitals and smiled.

"No, Darling, Not until after we play again."



I awoke the next morning to the feeling of Her long, pointed nails

running lightly over my inner thighs. My shoulders and wrists ached and I had to

urinate. I tried to sit up. The restraints pulled me back down. I asked Her

to please release me.

"Not yet," She replied. "I want to play first." Emily knelt between my

legs and bent forward to study me. The nearness of Her lovely mouth and the

sensation of Her soft hair brushing my stomach and thighs started my cock

swelling despite the pain.

"Oh, you're getting hard!" She exclaimed. "It looks incredibly sexy,

straining to be free!" She pushed Her hair aside so I could watch Her slowly

envelop the head of my cock. Emily rubbed Her tongue against the underside and

sucked me lovingly. It felt incredibly good until I really started to harden,

then the pain bit into me like nails being driven into my cock. I wanted

desperately for Her to continue but it hurt too much. I reluctantly pleaded

with Her to stop. Emily raised Her lovely face and let my captive cock head slip

from Her mouth. The pleasure departed with Her lips but the pain remained. We

looked at my ***d manhood, She in fascination, I in horror. The cuff behind

the head had trapped the red in it. It was swollen twice its normal size,

purple-black and shiny. The short chain held my shaft in an arc between my

balls. She started to take the head in Her mouth again. I begged Her not to.

"You're obviously horny, Darling! Don't you need to come?"

"Yes, Mistress, but I can't with that thing on." She looked at it

gleefully.

"I knew it would prevent you from having sex and I hoped it would make

it harder for you to masturbate. I didn't realize it would prevent you from

shooting your loads!" She straddled me, positioned Her clit against the head of

my cock and exclaimed gleefully "You can't come with it on but I'll bet I can!"

She bent forward so Her face was only inches above mine. Emily moved back and

forth on me, never taking her eyes from mine.

"This feels incredible, Honey!" She exclaimed. "Would you like Me to free

it so you can put it inside me and come the way you did last night?"

"God, yes!" I moaned. "Please, before I go crazy!" Emily loved hearing

me voice my desperation. She moved faster. Her breath hissed between Her lips.

She drew them back over Her sharp, perfect teeth in a grimace of lust.

"You'll come when I'm ready to let you!" She rasped and convulsed. My

cock slowly withered after She climbed off, leaving the dull ache of thwarted

desire in place of the pain. I asked how long She intended to leave the hellish

thing on me.

"That depends," She replied "on how lucky we are!" Emily took a pair of

dice from the dresser drawer and put them in one of my bound hands. "You'll roll

the dice to decide how many days you wear it. You'll always wear it while you're

away, of course."

"I have to wear it for twelve days If I roll a twelve?" I asked

incredulously.

"Not exactly, Darling," She replied and kissed my lips. "Even numbers

don't count. If you roll one, you'll wear it for that many days, then you'll

roll again!" She looked down at my captive cock and shivered with delight. "The

keys are in safe deposit box. I'll leave them there until the day it's due to

come off so we can't get carried away and cheat."

"Then You'll leave it off?" I asked hopefully.

"Only until you've satisfied Me, Dearest," she explained with chilling

finality. "Then you'll roll again. Now, be a good boy. Shake the dice and drop

them. I'll tell you what comes up." I let them fall to the floor. Emily hardly

bothered to glance down before She grinned impishly and exclaimed "What an

unfortunate coincidence, my poor horny love! You've rolled a twelve!"