Evil Slut Bride Ch. 03

Again, a brilliant, uncomfortably long pause, before Jenna said, "Well... you're welcome. Ummm... that's very thoughtful of you... Davey... to call me and... express your gratitude like that. I appreciate that. That is... a very good boy, I must say. Has your little peepee squirted its goo yet?"

"No. Um... it's, uh... not yet. No. But I thank you for ... um, for agreeing that... uh, you know... it would be OK."

"Well, like I said, Davey, that is a very... very good boy. As far as eating your goo, I mean... Mandy told me she had you do that on your honeymoon, and... ha! It's kinda ... kinky but... she said she really ... really thought it was hot, you know? So... it's important that a wife ... find pleasure in her ... her married sex life. Happy wife, happy life, right?"

"Um. Right."

"Yeah, so... eat up your goo like a good boy, and... you know, Davey... I have to say... I had my doubts whether Mandy was making the right choice marrying you. You're both pretty young, and you don't really know yet how to please a woman sexually, and... you know a lot of young brides find that their husband doesn't make them happy, and... they'll just, um... you know, regret getting married, and start to go out, and go wild... I've seen it happen lots of times. The clubs are full of ... little tramps who married too young, and then they just cut loose and become... sluts. I actually told Mandy, the morning of the wedding, that all she had to do was say the word, and I'd get her out of there... if she didn't wanna go through with it."

I hoped hubby didn't notice my face when Jenna said that, because I made a frown like, "What the hell are you talking about??" Hahaha. She never said any such thing.

"But," she continued, "I have to say... now I think it'll work out fine. I think you two are on track for a great marriage. There are so many asshole guys out there, but you're showing yourself to be a considerate, thoughtful hubby, who really does love Mandy."

"Thank you. Jenna."

"Well... thank YOU, for making my best friend happy. Anything else?"

"Uh... no. Nope. That, uh... that'll do it."

"OK, Davey. Like I said, be a good boy and eat up all your goo. I know Mandy will love that. Good night. Enjoy your little cummy-cummy."

At that point, I broke in and said, "Thanks, Jennaaaa. Love you. I'll see you tomorrow."

"OK, hun. Good night."

"Night." I hung up. "Ohhh, that was such a good boy, Davey. OK... let's get this key. Hold on a sec, I wanna get a glass of tea." I went into the kitchen and fumbled around, getting ice cubes even though I would normally have my tea without ice, and just dilly-dallying to prolong my husband's agony. Hahaha! When I went back in, I took a nice swig of the tea (acting as though it didn't occur to me to offer him some), and bent down in front of Davey to unlock the little padlock on his cage. I disassembled the device, and pulled the tube part off his penis (a little roughly), and then I let the pieces clank to the floor. (I wanted to make it look to him like this was kind of a chore for me.) Then I took the nylon cord and tied it around his penis, which was starting to swell up and get hard. I lifted up on the cord, drawing my hand up near my shoulder, like I was testing it out. I said, "OK..." and then dropped it for a minute to find the TV remote. I turned on the TV and returned to pick up the cord.

I held the cord in one hand and the remote in the other, and I stood sideways in front of Davey, turning my head toward the TV. I said, "OK, make sure you stay silent. When you cum, I don't want to hear you grunting, or making any noise. I don't wanna hear your breathing. Just... you know..." Then, as I stood in front of him with no makeup, in my ugly bathrobe and ugly slippers, with a towel on my head, I flipped through the channel guide on the cable, and started tugging on the cord. There was no rhyme or reason to it; sometimes I'd give several quick tugs, sometimes I'd just pull on it in a bored and lazy way, sometimes I'd pull up real tight and just hold it still for several seconds.

I continued my bored act for a little while, and at one point I pretended to get so into what I was watching that I let the cord go slack for, like, 30 seconds. Then I acted like I remembered what I was supposed to be doing, and started pulling on it again. Just then (still looking at the TV, not Davey) I said, "Remember, no talking, no sounds at all. Oh. Hold on a sec." I dropped the cord and went over behind Davey, to the coffee table. I picked up my phone and pretended to mess with it. (I actually did nothing at all, hahaha!) Then I came back and continued, randomly tugging the cord while I looked at the TV.

Every now and then I'd glance down to see if Davey had started to squirt yet. I kinda wanted to start feeding him his "goo" the moment he did, and torture him with having to eat it even while his "little peepee" was still "squirting", hahaha! But, what actually happened was just as good, I guess: I really did get into my TV show enough that I totally missed the whole ejaculation. I looked down, and saw his dick was starting to soften, and a big puddle was all in his pubic hair, and on the chair under his balls. Some was on his stomach, too. So that meant he had the whole "orgasm" and managed not to make a single sound. No grunting, no heavy breathing, nothing. Perfect! He couldn't have enjoyed it much at all, hahaha! Now it was time for me to make him eat it, but I looked down at his crotch first and said, "Hmm. Wow. What a mess. Some of it's in your hair. Hold on."

Next I went into the kitchen to get a spoon. I could see hubby's look of humiliation when he realized I was going to spoon-feed him his "goo", haha. He didn't dare complain, though. I used the spoon to get as much as I could, and acted bored as I fed it to his mouth. When I got about all I could, I dropped the spoon on the floor and said, "OK, I'm gonna un-cuff one of your hands, and I want you to scoop up the rest of this with your fingers and suck it off them."

"OK," he said.

"Don't talk. Just do as you're told."

After I watched him scoop up, and lick up, the rest of his cum, I walked away, without a word, and went to the bathroom. I got a hot washrag and brought it in, handed it to him, and said, "OK, use this to clean yourself up as much as you can." After he did, I tossed the rag on the floor. Then I re-cuffed his wrist, and picked up the pieces of his cage to put it back on him.

My next move was going to be a little test. I learned about this from Jenna. She said the absolute best way, to tell how submissive a man really is, is to make him eat your pussy right after he cums. If a man doesn't really have a submissive nature, there is no WAY he'll eat pussy with empty balls. But if he's really a little wimp, then even after he's gotten the chance to "squirt his little peepee", he'll still do anything you want and not complain. But, she said, it does help if his ejaculation is not very satisfying, because that way he'll still kinda feel like he hasn't cum yet.

Once the cage was securely locked again, I took the key to a hiding place I'd prepared ahead of time. I had made a small envelope-like flap and taped it to the underside of a dresser drawer, so I could open the drawer below it, and reach up to slide the key in or out. It wouldn't fall out even if the drawer was yanked open or shut. Then I un-cuffed his wrists. I told him to slide down to his knees in front of the chair. His ankles were still cuffed, and tied, to the chair, in such a way that he couldn't even lift up the chair to free himself. I told him to scoot along while I turned the chair around. I slid the coffee table out of the way, and made him scoot forward on his knees, toward the couch. Then I lay down on the couch in front of him, untied my sash and let my robe fall open.

I still had my ugly fuzzy slippers on, and the towel on my head, and, after re-cuffing hubby's wrists behind his back, I leaned back and pulled hubby's face into my pussy. I picked up the TV remote and flipped channels until I found something good. Then I dropped the remote and used both hands to hold hubby's head, and started grinding my pussy on his mouth and nose. "Eat me!" I said.

Poor hubby was passing the test. He licked and sucked and was obviously trying very hard to make sure I was pleased. After a few minutes, I said, "I hope you really did swallow all that goo and there isn't any on your tongue, 'cause even though I'm on the pill I don't wanna get pregnant from *you* ... yet... " He skipped a beat on his pussy-licking when I said that, and I couldn't help but smile. He couldn't see it, though, with my hands on top of his head and his face buried in my pussy. I had to add "yet" even though I wished I could have stopped at "you", hahaha!

Then, after a bit I said, "Davey?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to thank me for letting you make your little peepee squirt, and making you eat your slimy goo, and tell me how much you love me."

"Ohhh. Thank you, thank you so much, for letting me cum-"

"Is that how I said to say it!?!"

"Uhh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you so much, for letting me make ... my little peepee squirt, and for... making me... eat my goo..."

"Slimy goo."

"My... eat my... letting, making... me eat my ... slimy goo. I love you so much, Mandy... I love you. I love you. I love you so much."

"Good boy. Now, back to quiet. Tongue my butthole."

I made him slavishly lick and suck at my crotch until after 11:00. He usually went to bed about 10:30, to get up at 6:30 for work. When I turned off the TV, I un-cuffed and untied him, and then I told him to pick up the rag and the spoon from the floor and tidy up any other mess that was about. "You were a very good boy tonight, Davey, and I'm sure you're pretty worn out. I am, too, so I think we both really need a good night's rest. So I think it'd be better if I brought some work clothes out here for you, and why don't you just sleep out here tonight so I can stretch out in the bed and get really comfy. I think you'll be too horny and distracted if I'm lying next to you. Now, don't try and argue. I'll get you a pillow and a blanket."

I brought out some clothes for him to wear in the morning, and the ratty old blanket I'd given him before, and then said, "You can use that throw pillow, because I really wanna use both pillows from the bed. Good night. Please don't disturb me in the morning, I'll see you when you get home." And without a kiss, or a touch, or even a look in his direction, I strode down the hall to my bedroom, almost feeling the urge to jump up and down with excitement.

"Good night," he said. Hahaha! Poor, miserable wimp.

After locking my bedroom door, I got comfy in bed and spent the next hour texting Jenna. Our messages were full of "LOL" and "LMFAO" and "ROTFLMAO". One of them, from me to her, was "How long do u think we should keep him locked up now b4 we let him squirt his lil pp again LMFAO"

We decided to wait at least a week, but not much more, to get him thinking that if he followed all the rules and was a "good boy", he had a chance of a reward. I told Jenna I really hoped we could eventually get to the point where I could just put it out of my mind for months, but he would continue to be the perfect little slaveboy for me. She said, "Oh, don't worry, we'll get there. But it will take a little while."