Starting a FemDom marriage in the Vanilla Kingdom

Fantasy (Part 2)

This is the second part of a two part story.  Part one is here.

The next evening, I was sitting on the couch writing on my laptop when I heard someone walk up behind me.  Mistress grabbed my hair and pulled my head back then whispered into my ear, "Bedroom, naked, 5 minutes."  She let go of my hair with a little shove, laughed, and then disappeared upstairs.

I had been aching since our session the night before and the lack of release meant I thought about nothing but sex for the entire day.  (More than once, co-workers caught me daydreaming in my cubicle and startled me out of my lusty daze.)  My cock was rock hard in anticipation before I even made it all the way up the stairs.

When I reached the bedroom, I immediately stripped and kneeled in the middle of the floor on a pillow Mistress had provided.  I could hear Her rustling around in our toy chest and She emerged from the closet carrying cuffs and a hood.

Walking around behind me, Mistress slid the hood over my head then buckled its collar around my neck.  (It’s actually more of a bag than anything else with just some little perforations to let in air.)  She then buckled cuffs around my ankles and wrists, helped me to my feet, and guided me across the room.

After a little bit of maneuvering, I found myself at the bed.  "Lie down and scoot to the center.  There is a towel there to help you find the middle."  I did as I was told and moved toward the center of the bed with my ass on the towel.  Once I was in place, Mistress secured me spreadeagled to the straps that run underneath our mattress.

"Well now, boy.  Are you ready for some release?" 

"Yes, Mistress!"  My voice echoed inside the hood.

"Aww.  That’s really a shame, because this might take quite awhile."  I groaned as my fears that I was going to pay dearly for this orgasm were confirmed.

I felt a thin cord being wrapped around the base of my cock and balls which made my already throbbing cock jump.

Mistress must have grabbed some lube as well because the next thing I felt was a slick hand slowing gliding down my cock.  I let out a loud moan into the hood and bucked against my restraints.  Mistress laughed and started to slowly move her hand in rhythmic strokes.

Now, when I say slow, I mean S-L-O-W!  Each up and down stroke were taking 2 - 3 seconds.  Up…… down…… up…… down.  I knew then I was in deep trouble and that this was going to be an incredibly painful experience.

With the world shut out due to the hood, the only thing I could focus on was my cock and the water-torture-slow stroking of Mistress’s hand.  Every so often, she’d speed up just a bit and I’d think, "This is it!" only to have her slow down to her original pace.

A few times I tried to hump against Mistress’s hand to increase the speed, but each time She would sternly tell me not to move and would squeeze my balls or dig Her nails into my thigh to drive the message home.  It took every ounce of will I could muster to stay still on the bed, my body sweating from the intense sensations.

"Now remember, boy.  No cuming without permission," Mistress’s voice said from somewhere.  Mistress then started to speed up her strokes until her hand was rapidly and steadily gliding up and down my cock.  The relief from the slow stroking and intense pleasure faded to horror as I realized that I was racing toward the edge of orgasm and knew full well that it wasn’t going to be this easy.

"Please - may I cum, Mistress?"

"No, you may not." 

I cried out with a pathetic moan and asked again.  "Please, Mistress.  Please let me cum!"  Mistress just laughed as her hand kept its pace.  I clenched my teeth and pulled against my restraints and tried to think of anything but sex.  Of course, my mind immediately filled with images of spurting cocks and gushing fountains all of which drove me closer to orgasm.

I was right there on the edge, tensing every muscle in my body trying to keep the cum at bay, every part of me wanting to spurt all over Mistress’s hand.

Without warning, Mistress’s hand disappeared and I was left alone in my hooded world panting and teetering on the brink.  A cold, wet cloth was placed over my cock and balls which helped me bring things under control and back further away from my edge.

"Good boy!  I didn’t think you’d be able to hold out!"  I felt her pat my head through the hood and then delicately rub my chest.  "Maybe you do remember who that cock belongs to."

"Yes [pant..pant..pant], Mistress," I said, my entire body still haywire with an intense combination of lust and denial.

Mistress left me there for a few minutes and I was able to bring myself down quite a ways, my cock still making a tent under the washcloth.

"Are you ready to continue, boy?"

I had no idea how many rounds of this I was in for, completely helpless to Mistress’s whims.  My need to cum pushed me forward.  "Yes, Mistress."

The amazing sensation of Her slick stroking hand returned to my cock, this time at more manageable speed.  I was able to enjoy the feeling for a short while before the dreaded edge started to creep closer again.  When I was almost there for the second time, I asked again.

"Mistress, may I please cum?"

"Beg me."  I started to babble a stream of pleas, begging Mistress to let me cum.  The sentences quickly turned to chants of "please, please, please" as I hit the edge again and tried to keep from spilling against Mistress’s orders.  I have no idea how long she kept me in that state, babbling and sobbing, begging for the release I had been taking for granted.  Finally, she spoke the magic words.

"Now, boy.  Cum now." 

Less than one whole stroke later, my cock erupted and I came again and again, the hot cum splattering my legs and chest, my head spinning from the sudden release.

Though the haze of my ecstasy I realized one horrifying fact - Mistress had not stopped stroking.

Once the cum stopped flowing, I let out a yelp and strained in my bonds once again as Mistress’s hand continued its steady strokes up and over my cock’s now super-sensitive head.  I found myself pleading and begging again, this time for the stimulation to stop.

I heard Mistress laughing as I continued to thrash on the bed.  Finally, mercifully, Mistress released my cock and loosened the rope that was tied around its base.  Once my breathing had returned to normal, She released me from the bed and removed my hood.

"Kneel here, boy," Mistress said as she motioned to the floor.  I shakily got down from the bed with her assistance and knelt before her.  Mistress guided my head so it was resting on her leg, then stroked my hair and praised me for fighting so hard to obey.

"I’m very proud of you, boy, but you have your work cut out for you.  Next time, I’m going to see if I can get you to shoot twice…"

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