I Only Get To Cum When She Allows It

She hadn’t let me cum in twenty-nine days. I couldn’t deny our play was intensely erotic but waiting for release was a concept I was still growing used to. Even now, my member was half erect and twitching, with strands of pre-cum leaking from the glans.

I bit my bottom lip and clutched the bed sheets as my wife’s hips pounded me.

“Oh! Oh, fuck!”

I was on my hands and knees, trying to maintain my balance on the bed as Dana’s strapon thrust into my tight ass with growing speed and power. It was the third time she had pegged me in the last two weeks, sizing up the toy each time. First, she’d use a small dildo. Then a medium one. Now there was a huge rubber cock plowing my dilated back door and I loved it. On top of the added length, this cock was thicker than the first two and I could feel my rectum being stretched far more than I was used to.

Female domination was a fairly new addition to our sex lives, yet it had come to dominate our nightly interactions. Trying some light BDSM had been my suggestion as we searched for a way to spice things up. I’d expressed a willingness to top or bottom, but my wife had eagerly taken the reigns. As the days and nights passed and she slipped more into her dominant role, nothing was ambiguous about her reactions. Dana loved every minute of it.

Her palm blasted my ass with a loud smack before taking a fresh grasp of my hips and sinking her cock deep.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Moan for me, you slut!”

I was still processing how I felt about taking orders from my wife and getting fucked up the ass on the regular. On the one hand, we were having sex more frequently and passionately than we had in years. If stoking the flames of passion was the goal, mission accomplished. On the other hand, the nature of our sex life has changed completely. Tonight, for example, she’d demanded cunnilingus, sitting on my face for half an hour while I tongued her to multiple orgasms. Once she’d had her desired number of orgasms, she ordered me into position, strapped on her harness, and began her assault on my ass.

Even now, as her dildo thrust deep into my dilated rectum and her hips slapped my cheeks loudly, my half-hard cock swung below. It drooled with a trickle of pre-cum, left cold, alone, and dangling in the cool air. My cock had received virtually no attention. but that was the nature of domination and submission. You did what the dominant partner told you and bathed in the sensory experience they imparted. You trusted they were leading you to a good place, even if the journey seemed frustrating, difficult, or downright hellish at times.

I wasn’t a natural submissive. However, I did find something intensely erotic about the taboo of BDSM, particularly role reversal and the prospect of going places other couples wouldn’t dare to. I was elated when Dana agreed to try BDSM. Now I was struggling to keep up with my wife, whose libido was growing stronger and more demanding with each date night.

“Take that cock like a dirty whore!” she called out as her hips pounded my ass aggressively.

She reached up with one hand and raked her fingernails down my back, digging into my flesh lightly as her cock bottomed out in my puckered hole. I bowed my head and grunted as my wife drilled further into me than she ever had. I felt so stretched and full and yet she glided in and out of me effortlessly. Such was the power of abundant lubrication.

It was difficult to describe the sensation of being pegged. It didn’t hurt if I prepared properly, and Dana always ensured I was well stretched and lubed before she dove in. But there was a persistent ache associated with having my asshole stretched out. Also, the sudden profound thrusts could provide little bursts of pain but they mingled with a light, giddy pleasure that flowed through my body as I was being sodomized. A pleasure that only grew with time.

I hadn’t yet experienced a prostate orgasm, but both Dana and I knew that would take time and practice. She’d read that it was the holy grail of male orgasms, an explosion of nirvana. It was half the reason she’d convinced me to try pegging in the first place, besides genuinely believing it might help our relationship. I had no idea how thoroughly Dana would embrace our new dynamic, though.

Initially, I imagined our femdom play would involve a pair of fuzzy pink cuffs and maybe some light spanking before she fingered my asshole and sucked my cock but Dana had taken it far beyond that. It was becoming clearer by the day that if I got to experience the mother of all male climaxes, it would be delivered by a fat rubber dick in my ass.

“Mmm! Frank, fuck!” my wife cried out.

By the sudden burst of speed in her thrusts, I understood she was having her third orgasm of the night. As she fucked my ass furiously, the harness massaged her clit just right. Her moans came long and loud as she plowed me into total submission. After a dozen more thrusts and a scream of climax, her hips slowed to a stop. She bent forward and I felt her sweaty breasts and erect nipples press into my back.

“Fuck! That was intense!”

She caressed my body all over and planted kisses on my neck and back while the rubber cock was fully planted in my rectum. Dana backed away and her strapon exited my ass with a lube-drenched plop. A feeling of emptiness overwhelmed me. It always felt weird after being so filled for an extended time.

“Turn over, baby. On your side. Quickly,” she instructed.

I needed no coaxing. My wrists and knees were weak after the long pounding I’d just taken and wanted nothing more than to collapse and rest but I obediently rolled over and ran a hand through my hair. Stretching out, I took a moment to relax as Dana got up, unstrapped her harness, and set the toy aside. Soon she was back on the bed, sliding in behind me and wrapping her arms around me. It still felt a bit odd, being the little spoon, but I was growing to like it, especially after an intense session of naughty play.

“That was amazing! I enjoyed it so much. I hope you did too,” she whispered into my ear, her right hand stroking my chest as her, warm body pressed into my back.

“I did, my love.”

But I wasn’t I was frustrated. She hadn’t let me cum in twenty-nine days. I couldn’t deny our play was pleasurable and intensely erotic but waiting for release was a concept I was still growing used to. Even now, my member was half erect and twitching with strands of pre-cum leaking from the glans.

As if reading my mind, Dana reached down and took hold of my pulsing cock. My wife’s touch was soft but possessive. She glided her palm up and down my length with slow, gentle strokes.

“I think we’ve found what we need,” she announced. “We can stop going to couples therapy if you want.”

“That’d be great,” I replied, sucking in a ragged breath as her strokes sent shivers down my spine.

“I know we are. I’m having the time of my life and I think you are too. Am I right?”

“It’s… fun.”

“Mmmhmm… And we’re just getting started. You want to cum, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, my love,” I responded, gripping the pillow beside me as she continued to work me over.

“Grab the headboard. Don’t let go until I say,” she instructed.

Releasing the pillow, I reached up and wrapped my palms around the cool metal bars, taking a firm grip. The speed of my wife’s strokes increased and I muttered pleasurably as she teased me.

“I want us to go further, Frank. More toys, outfits… What do you think of that?”

“Yes! Definitely!” I answered as my face grew flush.

My dick was now fully erect and straining with lust. Dana’s hand flowed up and down my leaking length skillfully, fondling my balls between sensual strokes.

“I want you to wear a collar. My collar.”

“Yes, my love!”

“Your cock belongs to me. You’re my property. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

“You want to cum?”

Her sweaty curves pressed into my body more insistently. Dana’s right leg wrapped around mine and held it down. Her fist tightened around my cock as her fluid strokes accelerated.

“Please, my love. I need it. Please!” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum.”

“If I let you cum, you have to eat every drop. Understood?”

“Fuck! God! Yes! Just let me cum!”

“Good boy.”

As she pumped my cock with fervor, Dana reached up and pressed her lips to my neck. She applied firm suction and bit into my skin lightly. She kept the pressure and suction on for a good thirty seconds. Her increasingly slick jerking wracked my body with blissful convulsions.

“Dana! Fuck! I’m gonna…”

My balls tightened and pleasure coursed through my body, a lightning bolt of ecstasy rattling through my every nerve. I shuddered in my wife’s grasp as streams of thick, white goo blasted from my cock. The first rope shot all over the sheets. As I continued to nut, Dana slid her fingers to the glans and gathered my emissions in her hand. I moaned and writhed in rapture, holding onto the bars of the headboard tightly as I emptied my balls of almost a month of sexual frustration.

When I finally opened my eyes after the intense climax, I knew what to expect. Dana released my spent cock and brought her dripping fingers to my mouth. Her cum-slathered digits poked at my lips and I opened them obediently. My wife half-rolled onto my body, pressing me into the bed as she sunk two jizz-coated fingers into my mouth.

“Eat it! Taste your own cum!” she said, feeding me my own seed.

Dana probed my mouth, fucking my lips with two fingers at a time and depositing the thick goo all over my wagging tongue. She flowed her digits in and out, chuckling as she fed me my own slimy mess. When her fingers were clean, she presented her palm and I licked it until nothing but saliva coated her skin. She ended our naughty play with two wet pats to my left cheek.

“That’s my good cum slut. Fuck, that was hot! If I wasn’t so tired, you’d be eating me out again before bed.”

I let out an exhausted laugh. As fun as that sounded, I was glad it was time to finally get some rest.

We got under the covers and Dana scooted up behind me, wrapping an arm around my side. She pressed her warm curves into my back, ass, and legs, assuming the position of the big spoon once again. Please, my wife reached up and stroked my hair gently as we finally settled in for the night.

“You know it’s not just the sex, right? It’s more than that. We’re communicating again. You’re responding to my wants and needs. And most of all, you’re allowing yourself to be vulnerable. That’s what was missing before.”

“I know, my love. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“Shh… It’s alright. You’re doing so well. And now that you’re trusting me to guide this relationship, everything is going to be so much better.”

I felt her hand glide across my chest and her hips press against my ass warmly. I blushed and smiled before falling into the most restful sleep of my life.

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