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Never Let Him Touch His Penis

This is a rule I strictly enforce. He has adapted over time so that he can wear his chastity device at all times now so I keep it locked on him unless I play with him. I’m not as strict as some women when it comes to rationing his orgasms.

I generally only make him wait seven to fourteen days between releases. However, I am very strict in how he has that orgasm. I never give him the slightest chance to masturbate on his own.

Before his chastity device is removed, he is restrained very well. Whether I fuck him, use my hand, or just tease and deny him is purely my choice and I never tell him in advance what I am going to do to him. He is helpless and just along for the ride. It is locked back on every time before releasing him from the restraints.

The reason I do it this way every time is because I want to ensure he isn’t thinking about some random woman when he feels the pleasure, but is thinking about me personally. I want him conditioned to lust for and be obsessed with only me.

He has to look at me the whole time. He can’t close his eyes or look away from me or I will stop touching him. If he isn’t looking me directly in the eye when he orgasms, he will wait longer for release the next time.

His pleasure and orgasms belong to me as much as his body does and I enjoy the intimacy doing it this way creates. Watching the pure pleasure on his face when he ejaculates followed by the look of gratitude he feels for me afterwards makes it exciting for me.

I have promised my pet husband that I will ensure he never again has an orgasm on his own. I love the fact that he is sexually helpless without me.

Making Time

A GFD story by LadyMWrites

Summary: A female-led couple gets back into the rhythm of things after a brief drought.

She swam back into consciousness with a rough moan, and stretched. The other side of the bed was empty. She rubbed her eyes and listened for the shower. He had a morning meeting. He said it into her hair last night, as they watched some silly show in bed, all tangled up in each other.

She smiled into her pillow. They were both busy people, and lately it was a rare treat to just … exist together. She missed just sitting around in sweats and making him laugh, or roll his eyes at the sarcastic wit she had honed just for him.

She missed his laughter. He laughed with his whole body, curling into himself and bouncing when something tickled him. It was a vision.

She rolled on her side and stared out the window. How long had it been, since they had a day to themselves? Weeks, maybe. Possible over a month. In any case, way too long, even if they went to sleep together every night, and fucked often enough to avoid madness. But it was like fast food - it was the facsimile of intimacy, since it was done quick and on the brink of exhaustion, underneath the sheets.

She got out of bed and went the bathroom in the hallway to relieve herself.

When was the last time she … played with him? Made him tremble, whimper, beg for release? She sighed and wiped herself. They needed time for her to do it - time neither of them had lately.

She stared at herself in the mirror, and smiled at the interlocking red rings on her neck. He liked to suck the taut skin of her neck sometimes, just because. It soothed him, and she let him do it last night. She washed her face and rinsed the sleep bitterness out of her mouth, and went over her schedule.

Traffic. Meeting. Meeting. Traffic. Yoga. Traffic. Theater. Traffic…

She walked back into the bedroom. The shower was off, but he was still locked in the bathroom. She chuckled. He took longer than her to get ready, most days. It didn’t really bother her, though. He was beautiful.

She sat down on the bed and resisted the urge to crawl underneath the sheets. She needed to brush, and wash. And dress. And be an adult, until late that night. She groaned and fell back. She wanted coffee, his lush company, and the free hours to enjoy it. She wanted herself back.

He opened the door and walked quickly to the bureau. Steam curled up to the ceiling, scented with his aftershave. He always forgot to turn on the bathroom fan. He was already dressed and blowdried, but barefoot. She sat up to stare at him as he rummaged for a belt. His dress shirt wasn’t tucked in, or buttoned all the way, giving her a tantalizing peek of chest and belly. A whistle escaped her pursed lips.

He froze and turned to look at her.

“Morning, gorgeous,” she said, rolling on her stomach. Her eyes moved up his body.

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MOMS GIRLFRIEND’S SECRET: (Gay Elements)

My mom had a girlfriend. It didn’t happen until I was old enough to know what sex is, and already be masturbating, but that didn’t exactly make it easier on me. Now, that said, my mom’s girlfriend was awesome. For one, she was sexy. She had long blonde, hair, large breasts, and gorgeous eyes. Honestly she looked kind of like Elsa from Frozen, or some other viking-type goddess. So yeah, there was that.

But also, she was more than that. She taught me how to shoot a rifle, helped me with school stuff, treated my mom like a goddess, and honestly was just a super cool person. But… She was also really into my mom, and could barely keep her hands off her, 24/7. Which, maybe at first, was weird, but expected. But it never let up. And as I got older, and I started talking to the two of them about sex, it got worse. Because anything we’d talked about, my mom’s girlfriend considered fair play. So, for example, once she knew, that I knew about blowjobs, she felt totally fine with saying something like, “No one sucks cock like your mother. Seriously. I mean Damn.” And, at first, that was just equal parts hot and disturbing. But it wasn’t until over a year later that I realized what was really, actually wrong with that whole exchange.

See, as time went on, it didn’t get less hot, but I did “get over it” a bit. And so I started firing back when they were flirty or sexual with me. After all, my mom was a bombshell  of a milf, dating another bombshell milf, and if they wanted to joke about tit-fucks around me, I finally decided I’d have to be stupid to discourage it. But then, one night…

I got home from school, I heard mom call from the living room that I had leftovers from a lunch she’d made keeping warm in the oven, and so, I made myself a little lunch. But, when I finished and went into the living room to watch some TV before hitting the books, mom and her girlfriend were sitting on the couch. Or rather, they were making out on the couch, and they were very into what they were doing. Mom was practically straddling her, their hands were all over one another, they were both moaning lightly, and when her girlfriend saw me, she broke their kiss with a smile and said, “whoops”. That made mom turn to look, and as she did, I was treated t the fact that moms dress had fallen off the shoulder on one side, and the only thing keeping it from exposing her completely, was that fact that her hard little nipple was actually holding up part of the dress with just its tip.

So, needless to say, as they sat there panting with lust, I was more than a little turned on. I couldn’t help it, and soon I was staring at my half naked mother and her girlfriend as I stood there with a raging hard-on tenting my pants. After a moment, mom and her girlfriend were both staring back, and not into my eyes. Her girlfriend commented, “oh my… you were right. He IS all grown up”. Both my mom and her girlfriend were staring, and there was an oddly sexual tension in the air. 

To break it, and lighten the mood a bit, I actually said; “You know, this is getting out of hand. You two need to hang a sock on the door or something because every time I see you like this I find myself in desperate need of a blowjob in a house with a severe shortage of women who give blowjobs.” It was a joke, get it? Because they are both girls, and they sleep with each other… shut up. Always, when I said it, it seemed to break the spell… a little. Both mom and her girlfriend smiled mischievously and exchanged a knowing look about some shared joke they weren’t letting me in on. But then her girlfriend scooted mom off her lap and said, “well kiddo. I’m anti-socks on doors…. I’ve a firm stance on that one, so sorry. But…” she added, with a sly grin, looking at mom for, what seemed like permission. After a quick second, mom blushed, but gave a quick nod. “… But,” she continued. “It’s not like I’M your mom… So, how about, whenever your mom and I put you in a hard situation… I give you that blowjob you obviously need so bad.”

I was stunned. And I when I looked to mom for some kind of sign, she just leaned back on the couch, smiled, and nodded her approval to me. I mean… how could I possibly say no? But then, mom and her exchanged another look, mom seemed to “nudge” her with her eyes, and she continued. “Except…” she started, letting out a heavy sigh. “It is pretty clear at this point that you… don’t fully understand your mom and me’s relationship”-

“Mom and I”, mom interjected. Causing her to roll her eyes at her, but with a smile that said this was part of their everyday banter.

“Anyways,” she continued. “Before you accept a nice sloppy blowjob from your mom’s, frankly, gifted girlfriend.” and at that mom laughed, but didn’t disagree. “You deserve to know that… I’m also, kind of… your mom’s boyfriend.”

And when I replied with nothing but a look I can only assume was best described as “stupid”, she elaborated. She continued, by standing up, reaching behind her, and pulling her dress over her head. When it fell to the floor, I could see that underneath her very feminine, low-cut black dress, was a black body suit that clung tightly to her skin. Considering her pale complexion, lovely skin, full lips, and amazing tits, it should have complimented her in a big way. However, the fact that it also clung the outline of her bulging cock sort of changed the story. My mom’s girlfriend had a dick that was even bigger than mine, and I was pretty damn big.

I stood there, in awkward silence for a long time. And then mom sighed, and stood up so she could walk over to me. “Baby”, she started. “We’ve talked this over. And we both know how hard this has been on you, at least since you, very obviously, passed puberty. But… we also know that, not everyone is as excepting as us. So… I want to make this as clear as possible. Do you want to walk out of here right now, and never speak of this again?”

I just shook my head no, though it was dizzying to move it all with the room spinning so much.

“Ok then…” mom started. “Let me ask a different question…” And with that, mom, very slowly, and very deliberately, pulled my sweats out away from my waste. When I didn’t freak out, she reached into my pants, slipped her hand through the hole in my boxers, and fished out my cock. As my mom’s cool hand delicately wrapped itself around the full girth of my hard-on, I moaned and shivered. I’d never realized that I’d wanted her to do that before, but now I was completely lost in what a massively fulfilled fantasy it was. Then, still slowly, she walked me over to the couch, leading me to her girlfriend/boyfriend. When I was so close that I was technically standing with one leg in between the two legs of my mom’s big titted… boyfriend? Mom eased my pants down around my ankles, and sat down beside her lover.

Then, once again, as motherly as she could, mom gently gripped my cock, and guided it towards her lovers waiting lips. She stopped a mere breath away. As in, I could literally feel her breath teasing my naked cock on every exhale and word.

“So,” mom asked. “Do you want to experience some of those famous oral sex skills that my lover’s been using on me all these years?”, mom quipped lightly. I think I replied something like, “I think so”, as I glanced endlessly between her gorgeous red lips, her abundant cleavage, and her… dick.

After a pause, mom added, “Would it help if mommy… helped?”. And, frankly, that made the decision for me. After all, they were both awesome, both sexy… I’d always thought so. So, fuck it. I went for it. I nodded once and said, “Yes please”, and when I did, they both turned to one another and smiled.

“Oh baby,” my mom said. “This opens up so many possibilities for us!”.

“But first,” her lover added. “We’re going to convince you that this is definitely the life you want for you”. And then, just like that, the two of them met lips for a warm, wet, tongue heavy kiss, that just so happened to have my cock in between both of their mouths.

The double teamed me hard. Stroking, sucking, licking, and kissing my cock at every angle at all times. They brought me to the edge, eased me back, and then did it all over again a dozen or more times. It was all done so expertly that I had a seriously hard time believing that I was the first guy they’d done this for. They even both, at different points, tipped my cock downward and forced it in between their tits for a few wet and heavenly strokes. When it was done, mom jerked me off so that I came all over her lovers, lovely face and tits.

I was collapsed on the couch for a bit, and both girls masturbated beside me until they’d cum too. My mom’s (and mine) lover jerking her cock while mom worked her clit. They both came loudly, adding my their mess to mine, as my mom’s lover jerked herself off onto her own tits.

After a few minutes of, what was surprisingly companionable silence… I finally got up to leave; and mom and her lover (our lover?) both did too. All of us stretching and half naked in the middle of our living room. 

But, before I could ask any questions, mom said that they had to get going. And then her lover said; “but before we do, I just wanna to say that I had a lot of fun kiddo, and;” and then she leaned into my ear, and in a rich, sexy voice she added, “I’ll suck your cock anytime. Day or night. You just ask your “auntie” whenever the mood strikes you; and, kiddo?“ She said, pausing for dramatic effect. "I’ve got more than just a mouth. I’ve got a dick, tits, ass… hell baby, I’ve even got a tight little pussy.” And with that she pulled away, winked at me, and stalked sexily back to my mom’s room.

But then mom pulled up to the other ear, and, almost immediately following my “aunt” telling me she had a tight little pussy, my mother whispered; “and in case you’d forgotten slugger… so do I”.

Before following after her lover… her, other, lover.MY other lover.

Because now that I had this, I was never letting it go.

Right TF here

Listen I love sub boys but why we gotta treat them like delicate precious flowers who are smol and cute (which they very well may be)? Where’s my sub boys who can pick me up and throw me around but don’t because I said they couldn’t. Where are the boys who strain at their heavy chains to try and touch me because they want me so much, but will be as gentle as a kitten if I tell them to be.

My goal is to have a body just like this

It really is the perfect training setup. Edge them until they know nothing and will do anything 😍

Denied once more

You may have thought my ways of teasing and denying you from afar were finite.

That was before I made you Facetime me while you were in one of your very important video conferences. One where you needed to look dapper, be switched on and contribute your valued opinion. One where you were required to focus and concentrate on the matter at hand. One where you couldn’t afford to let your mind wander, to be distracted.

In short, a perfect setting for me to demonstrate what tease and denial can mean.

And so I offered you a quick and silent FaceTime call to show you my freshly painted nails. How could you not? How could you ever turn that offer down? Of course you couldn’t. Of course you would accept the call, place your phone ever so carefully against the side of your laptop screen, and go about your work call.

Or would you?

For when the call opened and I smiled at you, were you really able to not look?

What were the odds of you concentrating on solving a professional problem when you saw my feet on your screen? When I showed you my toes, the ones you so love to lick, to suck, to smell and to taste? I saw exactly what was happening to you. I saw you part those beautiful slutty lips of yours, the ones I have seen do unimaginable things, in desire. Your eyes widened, darted away from the laptop, onto the phone screen. They pleaded with me to show you more in ways that didn’t need for words. As I moved ever so slightly in front of the camera, I granted you a glimpse of my body barely covered in a robe. And then covered in the thick and heavy want in your eyes, darting back and forth between screens.

So I smiled, placed my finger on my lips in a secret ob you and I share, and mouthed “Do you want to see more?”, lasciviously writhing in the sheets, as if that really was a question. As if what you just saw wasn’t enough on any day, let alone during a work call.

I know your face and I know your expressions. And I could tell then that your subtly raised eyebrows and the clenched jaw was your best effort at not losing your professional front. How does a man nod vigorously and say “yes please” without moving? You managed, it’s just one of your many talents.

“You’re in for a treat” I promised and got up, phone in hand. My robe open, revealing the curve of my breasts as I walked along the corridor, watching you talk to your client. I mustn’t distract you. Only I will! Keep on talking, my boy, keep on being the professional you are, while I placed the phone on the bathroom vanity, facing the shower. Keep negotiating terms, my boy, as I sensually traced the lines of my body with my dark red fingernails before letting the robe slip off my shoulders. As I stood naked before you and watched you stutter mid sentence.

There was no need for you to explain or show me what you were going through in that moment. I knew you were rock solid, twitching and dripping a mess onto your stomach. Watching your lips move, forming sentences full of professional jargon as opposed to the many versions of “fucking hell” that you would normally utter, I stepped into the shower and soaped my body, washed in all the places your tongue so eagerly licked. Were you concentrating, my boy? For the look on your face had since lost its polite professionalism.

Your eyes followed as the water jet rinsed my skin off the lather first, then was guided lower, to my most intimate of places. Keep listening to your client, boy! Don’t mind me pleasuring myself as the sounds of surprise and desire rolled over my tongue.

Frustration at how you cannot give me your utmost attention now plainly visible on your face, I made sure you got a good view of my hands moisturising my body. We both knew it should have been your hands. We both imagined they were. But while I was able to fully commit to this image, you were forced to let it slip away again and again as you answered queries on your call.

I can do better than that, boy. If you thought there and then this was the end of my tease, you were wrong. For then I placed my phone on the floor, to show you exactly what you would be seeing from the position you so naturally inhabit, when you so willingly give in to the magnetic pull of the floor beneath me.

And as you finally ended your work call, only to immediately sink onto your knees and give me all of your focus, I smiled and nodded and waved you goodbye, too, leaving you to your own devices. Denied once more.

You know now that teasing is way more than touching and that not being able to fall into the subspace of the moment is as much denial as not getting to orgasm.

You know now that I own every aspect of it.