Over the years I learned how to use his cock as well for my own, and even more for his pleasure. I'm not talking about fucking, I'm talking about playing with the toy I love the most. It started as innocent as it could have when I was in control during one of our first nights we shared as lovers. Right after he had cummed in my mouth I caressed his cock with my tongue and gums until he like always signalled that he became too sensitive to feel comfortable anymore. This particular night I told him by keeping him deep in my mouth, that I wanted to play along no matter how much he suffered.

Like a child in the toyshop I explored this almost unknown object of my desires with the millions and millions of nerve endings my mouth provides. I felt it twitch, lose its strength and go limp, re-erect again as if having a life of its own. Being carefully not to lose my toy I tried to make him feel comfortable enough that he didn't try to get out my reach until I felt he could enjoy my explorations and experiments. My nose buried in his crotch, my mouth filled with cock, my tongue on its scouting expedition, I became acquainted with each every part of his cock, the less touchy ones and the more sensitive ones. It's truly amazing how I, like a blind woman, was able to identify his cock's every single area only with my oral sex organ. If asked I could have drawn it with closed eyes.

Needless to mention that he couldn't take my fondling for too long. His cock became erect after a short time, my reception changed dramatically and I was lucky enough to experience this most amazing wonder of the world 'at first hand' with my gums and tongue. Since I've never been able to deepthroat, I had to let go of my love unless I wanted to be choked to death. The next sensations I knew alright, however being in a scouting mood I was much more aware of the twitching and almost awkward movements of the cock I was in control of. After I received my well earned reward the cycle started again, however this time I knew he only would suffer from my caresses, thus I let him go.

My curiosity was roused. What came next was to explore my toy by using my fingers and hands and this time being able to watch it. One of those nights I had my lover tucked in our beloved pillory reverse style, with his hand and his feet secured and his body molded like a capital C. This way I had total access to his cock and ass and he had no saying at all. His vulnerability made us dripping wet, my cunt felt like wetland area, my pissflaps were fluttering, and his cock stood in attention, covered with what looked like litres of delicious man juice. With trembling fingers I approached his asshole with an inflatible plug since I was like in an extremely turned on and kinky mood, and I wanted him to share my lewdness to the utmost. After giving the plug a couple of pumps to make sure it wouldn't get lost, the game went off.

As already mentioned the both of us felt like in a fever, although I only wanted to play and experiment with his cock, he outperformed me by asking me to make him suffer. He even went so far that he dared me to make him use the safe word. Never the one to reject one's invitation I started milking his cock, at first with tender movements, alternating with some rough jerking and pulling which helped him to come down from the heights. Next came the flogger he hates and loves equally, because he (and I) knew I could make him spew his load with the right amount of force at the right places, first of all at his cockhead which already seemed bloated beyond proportions.

After only about ten strokes the inevitable happened. Forcefully like a hose his cock spurted gob after gob of delicious cum all over the place, most of rained down on my tits and belly. I always love to hear the hissing and excruciating sounds he makes when forced to climax under my painful treatment. His eyes always tell me he obviously loves it as well, if not even better than me - although this time I couldn't watch his facial expression since I was completely focussed on his cock and only listened to the sounds he made. They didn't sound like the safe word: he took the lead,1-0.

After I had freed him from the strained position he had been in for almost half an hour and cuddling with him while he licked his cum from my body and gave me my long-overdue orgasm with just this tongue, he asked me to continue our game. Although a little hesitant because I truly didn't want him to be in too much pain, I once again shackeled him, this time forming a perfect X towards the St. Andrew's Cross. Using my favorite position on my knees in front of him, I took him in my mouth to the hilt and frenched him until he became hard like steel and too big for me to tolerate. (How I wish I can let his cock slowly enter my throat one day without gagging and choking!)

Since the flogger hasn't been the appropriate torture instrument to make him use the safe word, I for the first time tried something I had never told him about, but had been pondering to get into our games for a long time: pegs. I knew the devious effects of clamps from my own experiences when he used some rubber coated ones at my nipples, however we had never used pegs before, especially not at our most delicate erogenous areas. You should have seen his eyes widen when the bag with clothespins came out.

Like an artist I let snap one peg after the other at his quivering cock, first one on the right side, the next one left. After five pegs decorated his never sagging cock at both sides, I thought his balls deserved the same treatment. The skin being much more soft, those ones made him frantic, but he wasn't close to give in, yet. I think the circle I had formed looked beautiful, actually it looked as if I got a little carried away when I took a step back and admired my artwork of 12 clothespins which formed a rainbow with their colors.

Obviously not being satisfied he asked me to continue with my artwork - simply amazing. Well, managing a household of five people provided me with an almost inexhaustable amount of clothespins, who am I to refuse him his wish? In order to achieve more space for more pegs, I licked and sucked his cock to even greater proportions (at least I thought so), and started with 10 more decorating items, always anxious to keep my work colorful. Since this wasn't enough, I added to the rainbow which already made his balls look like an ornament, two more circles with my clothespins, and filled the gaps I had left on his cockmeat with more and more clothespins, until I couln't find a place to continue my devious game.

It must have been quite painful since he groaned and moaned and sometimes gave hissing sounds, but otherwise he kept silent, no pleads and especially no safe word. And his cock kept its stiffness like a proud soldier, although I had to help him with my caring tongue a couple of time.

As I admired my masterpiece one more time, one devious idea crossed my mind: I had neglected his cockhead completely. Would I be able to snap at least one of the pegs at his bloated cockhead? I simply had to try it. The underside seemed a really good place, and with our eyes locked I attached at first one and then a second clothespin close to the place which I knew was the most sensitive part of his cock. Obviously I must have been carefully enough not to make it hurt too much, his only reaction was a wildly quivering cock and a powerful orgasm which almost made him lose his conciousness.

After releasing him from the cross and carefully destroying my artwork, we laid together for a long time entangled arm in arm and exchanged our turmoiling emotions each of us experienced during this game. Like myself in similar positions as his sub, he couldn't receive too much pain not to transform these strange feelings into pleasure of ethic proportions.

During one of our pain&pleasure games I discovered a place where only one single clothespin made him use the safe word: the area between his cock and anus, the so-called scrotum, turned out to be the place where pain remained pain until it was eased by a loving tongue. Otherwise I never failed in making him cum at least one time with any kind of torture, be it whipping his cock while it was trapped by the Gates of Hell, be it stroking his cock with full force while he wore a so-called spermstopper. Anyway, that night he won 2-0.