Scenes from a Marriage Pt. 14

She tortured me like that for quite a while. I don't know how long it went on, but I could tell that she was turned on by what she was doing to me.

She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you know how wet it makes me to torture you this way?"

I moaned, instantly turned on even more by the knowledge that she was so aroused. "Can I see, Mistress?"

"Yes," she smiled at me.

I reached down to try to get my hand inside the waistband of her shorts, but the angle we were at made that difficult. "Go up the leg instead," she said.

I moved my hand down, and after a little maneuvering, my fingers found her pussy. She was incredibly wet, and my forefinger slid right inside of her! "Oh, wow, you really are wet!"

"Did you think I was lying?" she asked, a little indignantly.

"No, Mistress. It's just always so amazing feeling you this wet."

I looked her in the eye as I fucked my finger in and out of her a few times. Then I pulled back to rub her clit.

"Okay, that's enough," she said.

"Don't you want me to make you cum?"

"You will. Later. Now take your finger out of my pussy and lick it."

"Yes, Mistress." I complied, sucking and licking my fingers, savoring the taste of her.

When I was finished, I looked up at her. "I really want to pleasure you, Mistress."

"You will. Tonight."

I gave her a wry smile. "Please, don't tell me that, Mistress. I don't want to be disappointed if it doesn't turn out to actually happen."

She gave me an apologetic smile. "Okay. Pretend you didn't hear that."

I chuckled. "I'll do my best, Mistress."

She continued teasing me for a few more minutes. When she finished, I could feel my balls aching. It took several minutes for my cock to stop trying to escape from its cage.

I really did try to put what she said out of my mind, because I didn't want to be disappointed if we didn't play that night. But as it turned out, I needn't have worried.

That night, after I put our son to bed, I put my dilator in and went back downstairs to finish cleaning up after dinner. It took me about a half hour to put the leftovers in the fridge, clear the dishes from the table, and load the dishwasher. When I was done, my wife was in the bathroom, so I went upstairs to take out my dilator and use the bathroom myself. She came upstairs while I was in the bathroom, and when I was done, I met her in our bedroom.

When you walk into our bedroom from the bathroom, you are close to the left side of the room. The head of our bed is against the wall to the right, and my wife's side of the bed is the far side. She was laying on her side of the bed in a tank top and panties, playing a game on her phone. I sat down on my side of the bed near its foot and looked at her, unsure whether we were actually going to play. "I'm all yours if you want me, my love."

She put her phone down and looked up at me. "I think I want you to rub my feet."

I smiled. I didn't know whether or not that meant we were playing, but I was always happy to give her pleasure, even the non-sexual kind. "I'd be happy to, my love."

"I know you would. Maybe I'll have you give me a full-body massage." She looked into my eyes, seeing my devotion to her. "I think I need to have you pamper me more often."

"It would be my pleasure."

I started to reach for her foot but then hesitated. "Should I get my collar?"

"Yeah, I think so. After all, you are going to serve me, so it seems appropriate, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress. Absolutely." I opened our toy drawer to get my collar and put it on. "I guess I should also be naked."

"If you'd like."

"Yeah, I would. It seems appropriate to me to be naked when I'm serving you."

I stripped off my clothes. I was naked, aside from my cock cage, the leather bracelet that served as my day collar, and my play collar around my neck. I took a brief moment to enjoy the feeling of submissiveness that I got from exposing myself to her this way, all locked up and under her control.

"Go turn on the LED candles, and let me put the fireplace on."

"Yes, Mistress."

While I went around the room turning on the candles, she picked up the remote and turned on the TV, putting on the "Fireplace For Your Home" video on Netflix. We had found that it added a bit of ambiance to the room.

When I finished turning on the candles, I found that Mistress had disrobed as well. She was lying stretched out on her back in glorious nudity, her arms crossed behind her head, her beautiful breasts sitting proudly on her chest, and her left leg angled slightly toward me so that I could start with that foot. Her legs were not quite spread enough for me to see her sexy pussy, but the sight of her inner thighs teased me with what I knew was hidden between them, and I could feel my cock start to swell in its cage at the sight.

I sat back down on my side of the bed near the foot and reached for Mistress' left foot. I started massaging it as best I could, starting with the sole. As I massaged, I tried to look her in the eye as much as possible, willing her to see my love and devotion to her and her pleasure. The first few times, she smiled back at me, but then I saw her close her eyes, concentrating on how I was making her feel.

I smiled to myself, knowing that she must be starting to relax, and I focused on her foot. When I was done with the sole, I moved to the sides and the top, trying my best to massage her muscles and help her relax. I then moved up to her lower leg, using firm pressure as I moved my fingers down from her knee to her ankle, trying to loosen her muscles.

"Do you want more on this foot, or should I move on to the next one, Mistress?"

"I think you can move on now," she said, still keeping her eyes closed.

I set her left foot down and reached for her right foot, giving it the same treatment as I'd given the previous one.

As I massaged her, I couldn't help but reflect on what the two of us must have looked like. There I was, wearing my leather collar, with my cock locked in its metal cage, massaging the feet of my naked wife, who was effectively displaying her body to me, teasing me with what I wanted. And although I don't really have any sort of foot fetish, the image of what we must have looked like made me feel so submissive that I couldn't help but find another way to demonstrate how much I was enjoying pleasing her. I lifted her foot to my mouth and kissed her toes as I massaged her.

As I moved her leg, I could see a bit more of her pussy between her legs, and I could feel my arousal growing. I felt a strong urge to kiss my way up her legs and worship her beautiful pussy, but I didn't know if that's what she wanted yet, so I held myself back.

After a while, she stopped me. "Time to give the rest of me a massage," she said. She turned over onto her stomach, positioning herself diagonally across the bed, with her head near my pillow and her feet near the foot of the bed on her side. "Focus on my neck and shoulders."

"Yes, Mistress."

I straddled her body right below her ass and reached up to massage her neck, slowly working my way down her shoulders. I worked on her upper arms and then made my way slowly down her back. When I'd massaged most of her muscles individually, I switched to pushing my fingers up her back on either side of her spine, each pass starting lower and lower on her back, always ending up on her shoulders.

Running my hands all over her naked body like that was really turning me on. All that separated my cock from her flesh was the bars of my cage. Without realizing it, I had started thrusting my hips into her ass as I massaged her back.

"Ouch! Your cage is poking my ass."

"I'm so sorry, Mistress!" I felt a bit embarrassed, as if I were a dog humping a tree. "Let me move so that's not a problem."

I repositioned myself a bit further up, so that I was straddling her ass, my caged cock lying on her lower back. I kissed my way slowly up her spine by way of apology.

I turned my attention back to massaging her shoulders. She must have liked it, because she pushed herself up onto her elbows to give me a better angle. But when I saw her rise up like that, it took a lot of self-control not to reach underneath her and cup her beautiful breasts. I desperately wanted to do that, but instead I took a deep breath and continued massaging her shoulders.

After a while, she said, "Okay, that's enough."

She patted my leg to motion me to get off of her, which I did. She rolled back onto her back and onto her usual side of the bed, and I lay down next to her.

She reached down and started playing with my caged cock. I was so conflicted in that moment - I did desperately want to feel her touch, but I also wanted more than just some teasing through my cage, which I'd already had so much of recently. I really wanted to be allowed an erection, to feel pleasure all over my cock.

"Please, Mistress, can you take off my cage and let me edge for you?"

She thought for a moment. "Okay. But you are not going to cum tonight, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I won't. I promise."

"Very well. Come over here."

I got up and walked around to her side of the bed. She unlocked my cage and handed me the lock. I removed the rest of the cage and then walked back over to my side to put it on my nightstand. Then I lay down next to her once again.

"Now, stroke your cock for me. Edge for me."

I looked into her eyes as I reached down and started stroking my cock, relishing the feeling of being able to feel the whole thing, free of its cage.

"Tell me what you're thinking about while you do it."

"I'm thinking about how long it's been since I came and how pent up and frustrated I am. It's been a week and a half since you let me cum! And I know that isn't really that long - I've gone longer than that before. But somehow, knowing that I'm not allowed to cum for three more weeks makes it so much harder, and I so want to cum! I'm so frustrated, but I'm thinking about how much you love seeing me frustrated. It's like a vicious feedback loop: my arousal and frustration turns you on, and seeing you turned on increases my arousal and frustration. I do so love giving up my orgasm to give you pleasure."

"I know," she smiled at me. "I'm incredibly turned on right now."

I perked up at that. "Mistress, may I pleasure you? Please?"

She looked at me with a smile and nodded.

I hesitated for just a moment. I so desperately wanted to get between her legs and worship her beautiful pussy, but I was also loving the humiliation of her watching me edge myself, and I didn't want to lose that. But then I realized that I could have both.

"I'll position myself with my feet toward your head, so that you can still see me edging for you, Mistress."

She didn't object, so I turned myself around and rolled onto my left side, such that my right hand could continue stroking my cock where she could see it next to her. I then leaned my torso over her leg and attacked her clit with my tongue.

I was in heaven. I was worshipping Mistress' pussy, hearing her cries of pleasure, and edging myself for her, giving her the gift of my frustration. I knew she could see how aroused I was, my cock rock hard in front of her, needing desperately to cum.

Our arousal seemed to feed off of each other, each of us climbing higher and higher as we rushed toward our oncoming orgasms, both knowing that only one of us would be allowed to get there. I knew that the pleasure she felt from my tongue was multiplied by her knowledge of my arousal and frustration, that the knowledge that I would stop myself right before I came was bringing her so much more pleasure than my tongue alone would have.

I could feel pre-cum flowing out of my cock. I rubbed it over the head as I continued to stroke myself, the feeling of the slippery fluid on the head of my cock bringing me even closer to orgasm.

I stopped licking very briefly, just long enough to tell her how close I was. "Oh, god, Mistress, I'm so close! I'm leaking so much pre-cum, and I keep having to take my hand off of my cock so that I don't cum!"

I dived back in, licking her clit with renewed vigor. I think my exclamation must have pushed her over the edge, because she started cumming at that moment, and I redoubled my efforts on her clit.

Unfortunately, her excitement also came very close to pushing me over the edge. I immediately took my hand off of my cock and tried to focus on prolonging her pleasure as much as possible, but I was too aroused! Halfway through her orgasm, I was forced to pull away from her incredibly sexy pussy to force myself away from the brink.

I rolled onto my back, my hard cock throbbing in the air above me, yearning desperately for just a little bit more stimulation - a wish that I knew I must not grant it. I was so close that a single touch or a single arousing thought would be enough to set me off, and though I desperately wanted that orgasm, I even more desperately wanted to give Mistress the gift of my frustration.

"I will not cum! I will not cum!" I chanted to myself through clenched teeth.

"Don't you dare cum!" Mistress shouted at me.

"I'm trying so hard, Mistress! I swear!" I thrashed my head from side to side and slammed my fists down at the bed at my sides, trying to will my arousal to dissipate.

My Mistress reached down, grabbed my nipple, and pinched it as hard as she could, twisting it from side to side. "I said don't you dare cum!"

I gasped in surprise. "Owww, that hurts!"

"Is that a good distraction?"

"Yes, Mistress, that's helping. Thank you!"

She moved to my other nipple and did the same thing. I again cried out in pain but thanked her for the distraction - it had successfully pulled me back from the brink of orgasm. I never would have believed that she could be so cruel, but it definitely accomplished what she wanted it to.

"Better?"

"Yes, Mistress," I sobbed, taking in deep breaths, a couple of tears running down my face. I was overcome with such an overwhelming cocktail of emotions; I couldn't help but start babbling about them through my sobs. "Thank you for helping me not cum for you, Mistress. Thank you for helping me give you such a gift. I am so incredibly frustrated right now. I so wanted to cum - I so needed to cum!"

"I know," she said compassionately, stroking my side. "Are you okay?"

I was still sobbing, still trying to get my thoughts out. "Yes, Mistress, of course I am! The frustration, the need to cum, is so intense, so painful. But I don't care about that. I wanted to be frustrated for you. I wanted you to get pleasure from my frustration. More than anything else, I need to give you pleasure."

In my haze, I suddenly realized that part of my frustration was the fact that I'd had to stop licking her in the middle of her orgasm in order to stave off my own, and in that moment, I could not bear the thought that the frustration I had just gone through had been for naught. I needed to give her the kind of intense orgasm that I knew she deserved.

"I need to make you cum. Now!"

Without even asking for permission, I suddenly pulled myself up and moved in between her legs, diving into her clit with renewed vigor. I don't think I'd ever been so possessed with anything as I was at that moment. Nothing would satisfy me until she had had a huge orgasm.

I don't know what it was that aroused her. Maybe it was the intensity with which I dove in between her legs and attacked her clit with my tongue. Maybe it was the leftover arousal from her previous orgasm, which had been cut short. Or maybe it was the sadist in her seeing how intensely I had just suffered for her. But whatever the cause, she very quickly came to the brink of another orgasm, much faster than she normally does.

I wanted to give her all the pleasure I could, so I brought up my right hand and inserted two fingers inside of her, fucking them in and out of her at an angle that hit her G-spot on every stroke. That took her over the edge.

And it seemed to be an incredibly intense orgasm, too - one of the most intense I've ever seen her experience! Every time I thought she had peaked, she seemed to be hit by yet another wave, each more intense than the last, causing her to cry out even more loudly and buck her hips even more strongly. Throughout it all, I continued lathing her clit with my tongue and using my fingers to stimulate her G-spot. Finally, after about four or five waves, she seemed to come down the other side.

I continued gently licking her clit and slowly fucking her with my fingers as she recovered, until she finally pushed my head away. "I'm done. Get up here and snuggle with me."

I climbed up next to her, and she started to turn slightly onto her left side to let me curl up in her arm, but then she hit a wet spot on the bed. "Eww. What's that?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress, that's all my pre-cum."

"Well, clean it up so that we can snuggle."

"Yes, Mistress."

I got some tissues and wiped it up, but there was still a wet spot.

"Grab a towel to put down here."

"Yes, Mistress."

I grabbed the towel from our toy drawer and put it down over the wet spot, and then I was finally able to curl up in her arm.

We snuggled for a bit, relaxing in each other's arms, recovering from the intensity we'd experienced and whispering our love to each other. After a little while, I rolled onto my back to avoid sweating on her so much, and she had me take off my collar. I don't know how long we lay there, but it didn't seem long enough by the time Mistress decided that we needed to clean up.

"Time to put your cage back on."

"Oh, already?" I asked with a sigh.

"Why, did you think I was going to play with you some more?" She seemed a little exasperated, like she thought I was expecting too much.

I was quick to correct her. "No, not at all. I was just really enjoying snuggling."

"Oh, okay." She seemed mollified. "Well, we can snuggle more after we've cleaned up."

"Okay. Let me go turn off all the candles."

I rolled over, sat up on the side of the bed, and turned on my bedside lamp.

"First, get that cage back on," my wife ordered sternly.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. She turned off the TV as I started putting my cage back on.

When I was done, I put away my collar and went around the room turning off the candles.

I was about to get back into bed when she suddenly said, "Wait, I forgot, there was one more thing I wanted to do tonight. Go get the paddle."

I was surprised, but I went to get the paddle from our closet. I came back and handed it to her. "Should I put my collar back on?"

"If you want."

I considered a moment. "Yeah, if I'm going to be serving you, I should have it on."

I got it back out of our toy drawer and buckled it back around my neck.

"Ready, Mistress. Where do you want me?"

"Right here on your side of the bed, on your hands and knees."

I got onto all fours and pushed my pillow up to rest against the headboard, so that I could rest my head on the mattress.

She started smacking me hard on my ass with the paddle, without any real warmup. It stung like hell! I was crying out, gripping my pillow with my fists, and flailing my legs to deal with the pain.

"This is for all that pre-cum you got on my bed," Mistress said.

"I'm sorry, Mistress! I didn't know that wasn't allowed!"

She didn't reply, but she did keep whacking my ass. Sometimes she would hit one cheek, sometimes the other, and yet other times she would smack it straight across both of them at once.

She varied the strength of her blows, making me guess how hard she was going to hit next. Every once in a while, she would give me several very hard blows really close together, making me scream out and rise up to get away from her. Every time, I took a few deep breaths and forced myself back into position so that she could resume again.