I‘ll fuck your wife good. I'd make her look you right in the eye as I was plowing her "doggy style" from behind. I bet she would smile at the vision of you squirming in that chair… firmly bound. I would then unload a massive amount of cum deep inside her pussy and then tip your chair onto its back so your wife could straddle your face and force you to clean out my seed from her juicy cunt...and if you complied, she might even let you jerk your hard swollen dick whilst licking out every drop.
After the last lick your wife decides to free you from the chair, she kisses your check and caresses your face as she tells you what a good submissive husband you are. She then sits down on the couch while you still kneel before us on the floor and makes you masturbate in front of us as I sit next to your wife gently rubbing her clitoris. Your wife starts asking you if you like being used and humiliated as she starts moaning from the touch of my fingers. Of course you tell her yes because you know that's what she wants to hear and in doing so you get deeper and deeper into an aroused fervor. You'll do anything she says...any thing she commands. Your wife gets what she wants when she wants it since she is in control, she's the boss. My dick gets hard once again at this pathetic sight, to see a man victimized by his own wife and helpless to do anything about it gets me excited. I want to see more of your squirming. You wife sees my excitement then turns to smile wildly at you, she then proceeds to go down on me and starts sucking my newly revived cock. She occasionally glances an eye at you to make sure you are watching completely as you slowly continue stroking your own pathetic excuse for a cock. After a few minutes of a wonderfully fulfilling blow job, something that you only ever dream of, she stops and move onto the floor next to you. With a deviant look in her eyes and a soft yet demanding voice she instructs you to finish what she had started. You pause at first thinking that maybe this has gone too far, but as she reaches down and grabs your cock you are overcome by a willingness to comply. You move closer to me as you avoid looking me in the eye and as you hover over my erect penis your wife starts pressing down on the back of your head with one hand while she starts jacking you off with the other...sort of an award for you since you are being so obedient. You open your mouth as your wife then grabs my dick to help assist it down your throat, and as you start sucking up and down my shaft your wife strokes your cock in time to your own sucking motion. She says to suck harder and faster, and as you do she matches the pace. You realize that in order for you to come you have to make me come...into your mouth. You are now lost in ecstasy and in compulsive compliance to your wife start sucking harder and faster on my throbbing cock, in a sense it's almost like you are masturbating yourself since your wife is keeping perfect rhythm with you. You start feeling more and more like a helpless woman yourself as you start to reflect on what it is you are now doing to me...you are liking this too much...you can't wait for me to unload in your mouth...you want that cum. You hear your wife repeatedly utter things like "good girl" and "that's my little sissy, suck that cock", and you feel pleased at your compliance. You then feel me as I start arching back and tensing up to release in climax and when the first shot of my cum hits the back of your throat you begin your own assent...but your wife senses this and cruelly stops her jacking and makes you attempt to come by sheer thought alone. A ruined orgasm...of course she would do that to you, she relishes in your discomfort and humiliation, and it's that thought that pushes you further into climax...an unfulfilled "ruined" climax but a climax nonetheless. So, with my cumming cock still buried in your mouth you let out a garbled squeal as you desperately continue to push out your own cum from your throbbing dick...unassisted by your now giggling wife
I haven't jacked off in days! Maybe even over a week! I can't wait to see the load that comes out when I finally do. I should save it for my wife to unload on her face...she would definitely like that...but I think that I'll save it for my mistress. I know that she would enjoy all of that cum more. After teasing me and denying me the pleasure of an orgasm for an hour or so she'll finally let me cum with at least a ruined one. She'll then force me to lick up the mess whether it be on her foot or the floor. Oh yes...I'll save it for her pleasure. Maybe she'll even have a manly visitor over there with a massive load of cum for me to accept as well!! I'd take it all.
Strip me down...shave my body then dress me up all pretty like. I'll be the whore that you've always wanted. I'll take any cock that you give me, in my mouth or ass, I'll be the slut for your pleasure.
I'll wait at the bedside patiently while your man fucks you, and when he is finished I will gladly accept his cum. I will take it directly or lick it from your glorious pussy. "As you wish Mistress" I will say, submitting to your every will.
The night would start off as a first time get together. My wife and I would come over to your house for a night of dinner and drinks. After a normal time of dinner and conversation we would start up an innocent card game. My wife suggests poker so we all agree to play for small change. After a short while you wife suggests playfully that we should play for clothes instead...you know, a good old fashion game of strip poker. My heart races at the thought of possibly having the chance of seeing your wife semi-nude since I find her very attractive, not to mention a bit sensual. I also get a little hard at the idea of you getting to maybe get a glance or two at my wife as well!
I don't dare say anything since I don't want my wife to catch on at how eager I am to play this game so I just sit there with a slight grin on my face. However, my wife (now tipsy from the many drinks that your wife had been feeding her all evening) jumps up and rips off her top then slaps it down on the table saying "Hell ya! Let's all anti up!". I see your wife grinning slyly as she slowly unbuttons her blouse while I sit stunned but extremely excited. As you I both turn to each other in amazement we don't hesitate to get this game started.
The night continues until we are all sitting basically naked at the table. Even though the women are basically killing us at cards they never end up putting their clothes back on...of course we aren't complaining!
Your wife then suggests a different game. Sort of a truth of dare game with cards. Highest card dealt wins the right to make someone do whatever they ask.
At first it starts with simple things such as telling truth's of past embarrassing situations such as when you first masturbated and nastiest thing you've ever done...but then the dares start coming in. Your wife gets high card and dares me to touch her beautiful exposed breast for five seconds. I instantly get hard as I lean over the table to comply. I notice that your wife is staring not at me but directly at my wife in a mischievously sensual way. It's almost as she's communicating to her with only her eye's. At this point I just want to take your wife right there on the table in front of everyone and start fucking the life out of her...I'm so turned on! Of course I don't dare.
My wife then wins the next round. She of course does the same as your wife by making you do the same to her. I once again notice the connection being made between the two women. The game continues...
The dares start turning against our favor. Your wife wins and turns to you, she hesitates before she speaks as she raises her left eyebrow...then in a slow but somewhat demanding fashion she says,"grab his cock in your hand and hold it for five seconds".
We look at each other in a puzzled and confused way as if we are waiting for her to say "just kidding" or something similar, but she doesn't. She only repeats, "grab his cock".
She then turns to my wife and once again in that silent communication she gets my wife to help persuade you by saying, " come on now you got to feel me up so play the game and grab his dick!". I could tell right away that your wife always gets her way.
You turn to me and give me a look like you're saying "dude, it's just a silly game and I have to do this...really I'm not a fag or nothing!". You hesitantly reach over and comply with your wife's request. I've never had my dick grabbed by a man before and my senses are a bit confused but nonetheless exhilarated. After a slow count of five by your wife you quickly let go. You end up winning the next hand so in return you tell your wife to fondle my wife's tit. She smiles as she says, "gladly". My wife perks up in anticipation as your wife leans over and slowly caresses both of my wife's breasts. You start the count but abruptly stop as you see your wife moving in closer to mine...lips slowly opening as her tongue slips out to moisten her own lips. My wife seems to be in a trance, as well as myself, as she doesn't seem to pull back or resist your wife's advance. Hand's still massaging my wife's breasts their lips come together as their tongues entwine in a sensual erotic dance. The game is over...your wife won.
As we sit naked watching with mouths agape, we both look at each other silently making sure to one another that this is okay with the other...but when your wife takes her lips away from mine, she turns to you and says..."your turn"..."only you're going down on him!" In a more demanding voice she exclaims," Look, if you want in on this then you show your commitment and suck his cock!". I sense your bewilderment, but I also sense your eagerness to comply. I also want to comply as I my cock is throbbing so hard it's ready to burst. I glance down at your dick as well and sure enough we're on the same wavelength.
"We are starting a new game, it's called compliance", your wife explains,"The rules are simple...you do what we tell you!". Your wife then get up from table and heads for the pantry. I noticed her clean shaven pussy glistening from the wetness she is producing, she is ready to go...how I long to penetrate her. I am desperate and will do anything she says. She returns with a few lengths of course rope, and handing half to my wife she tell her, "tie him up, arms behind hi back and get him on the floor...I'll do mine", meaning you of course! I am surprised at how my wife is agreeing to all of this. She has never done anything like this before...at least not that I ever knew of!
They secure our hands behind our backs then begin to position us on the floor. "Make sure their faces are facing each others cocks", you wife instructs mine, "They'll be entertaining us for a while!"
Soon we are both laying on our sides, our cocks are pointing directly at each others face. I notice my wife leaning against the table slowly caressing her clit with two fingers as she stares in ecstasy at their handiwork.
Your wife clears the chairs out of the way and proceeds to climb upon the table. She lays down on her back while motioning my wife to meet her down by her legs. And as your wife brings her thighs up towards her chest and spreads open her legs she tells my wife,"Fuck me with your mouth!" She then looks down at us and in a demanding voice she says, "Comply!"..."Both of you comply!". And as my wife bends over and buries her face into your wife's passion, we both give ourselves over to her will and simultaneously start sucking each others throbbing aching cock.
I remember foolishly thinking when I was so much younger at how lucky I was at being a man. Not only could I piss standing up but that I would also never have to worry about periods, cramps, or other female issues. It amuses me at how very wrong I was to think that being a man was far superior than being a woman, and how much stronger and dominant we were over them.
A woman is a Goddess capable of bringing the strongest man to his knees with just a look. The power in which she holds is awe inspiring. I truly believe in Female Supremacy and I find power and beauty in all women.
The thought of being controlled by a Goddess and being made to do things…humiliating things for their sheer pleasure brings uncontrollable ecstasy welling from within my very soul. Just to be in their attention as an amusing insignificant toy fills me up with such great contentment that it would give me purpose to my otherwise mundane existence. To serve woman.
I dream of a time when a sophisticated woman or even a young teen takes notice of me and sees my weakness. She could exploit me to the ends of the Earth and I would follow like a lamb to the slaughter. I would give her all that I have just to be her “amusement” for a spell. She could tease and humiliate me then deny me my orgasm as I am ready to burst with pleasure and I would thank her for her attention. She could dress me up as a woman and I would be greatly honored…she could bring in her true male lover and introduce me as her slut and make me submit to his needs. I would suck his cock for her pleasure as she watched intently. I would take his cum into my mouth and swallow every drop at her command.
She could dress me up as a living doll and whore me out to whomever she so chooses. I will submit to her will. Women are powerful.
I sometimes wonder if I’ve taken things a little too far when it comes to sex. It doesn’t really bother me if I have since the pleasure far out weighs any past or future regrets…of course I can say that now!
I remember the first time my companion grabbed my balls and started squeezing, the slow but insistent pressure she was placing on my nuts was wonderful.
As with most things in life, we get tired of the mundane so we search for things more and more exciting. My fantasies of naked women became naked women in bondage then soon transforming into women in control. Now my thoughts race at the idea of a powerful woman standing over a submissive male (myself) threatening all kinds of humiliating things…the most powerful of which is the threat of castration. The thought of a leather clad beautiful woman clutching my balls in one hand then slowly bringing a burdizzo into view with the other hand all the while with a menacing grimace on her perfect face, while I am tied up and helpless on a table unable to do anything about it. How far will she go? Is it a threat or is it really going to happen this time? Am I really never going to be able to have sex again? She controls everything in the palms of her sweet delicate hands. I am fearful yet I am a flood with passionate excitement. I want her to continue so badly since that is what my passion wants her to do…all reason is being overwhelmed and ignored. As she works the blades of the clamp over the crucial area of the testicle, she releases my balls from the one hand and grips the other handle of the burdizzo. I realize that this in no threat, she intends on following through, as she now is smiling down at me mischievously. My heart is about to burst from my chest as I feel the increasing pressure of the clamp being forced upon my manhood. She then stops and with a smile asks me if I would like her to continue…my will is gone and my lips utter….”yes”.
That fantasy is wonderful to me but will it ever be a reality? I wonder.
I fantasized about being cuckolded by my wife a few years back and the night when she came home and force fed me the cum of her lover from her pussy…that fantasy became reality. I still wait in anticipation for that to happen again.
I already take a lot of abuse to my balls…the hitting and squeezing as I lay there masturbating while being smothered in her armpit. It feels so good though, and I need all of the feelings I can get down there since I am all but totally desensitized by way of continuous forceful rubbing of the head of my penis. At first it was complete torture as the sensation was so profound but now it’s only a dull tingle.
My wife, every now and then, will give me a blow job with her teeth, biting as she gets to the tip of my head. It feels amazing…how a person can channel that feeling of pain into something so pleasing is beyond my understanding.
So sometimes I wonder if I will ever end up in that extreme….if so, do I even care?
I agree...if I had the choice to either see all of these awesome galleries or read some perverts blog? I think I would rather be soaking in the masturbatory heaven of the galleries! ha ha Giggity!
I write this entry as I sit in anticipation of getting back to the many galleries submitted by the wonderful members of ImageFap.
My heart beats heavy in my chest at the treasures it has yet to behold. I am trapped in this world of sin and desire...yet I am also at home within its embrace. Desire and longing are the comforts within my very soul and I swim freely within its grasp. Sex is powerful, like electricity coursing through my body I feel its power and it is wonderful. The pleasures in this world are greater then any drug I could ever know or want to know. I feel the influence from the other side telling me how wrong and perverse this world is but it is of no avail. This is who I am, this is the world I've chosen for myself.
This is deeper then any fictional rabbit hole...this is the abyss.
