A great story that I found at http://tpe.com/~altarboy/nt110413.htm
Altarboy is a great chastity site. i can only dream that my wife would take to chastity and cuckolding so easily and quickly.
Cuckolded With Love Part 2
Submitted by: Throne
It had been a week since Trina cheated on Jeff with her newfound lover, Luke. Jeff had accepted his cuckolded status, as he had previously accepted being put into chastity. The shopping trip they had taken yielded several interesting items. She bought him tight jockey shorts which showed off the tube that squeezed his penis. Then there was a large wooden kitchen spoon that she used to smack his bottom anytime he hesitated in fulfilling his new role. Jeff wanted to be obedient but sometimes he just wasn't quick enough. She also bought him some sleeveless undershirts that were very thin, so it was easy for her to tease his receptive nipples through their material.
When he came home from work on Friday he did what she had told him to do every time he returned. Jeff walked though the house until he found her, then stood and waited for his wife to acknowledge his presence. She was sitting in the den checking some paperwork and let him stand there for several minutes before at last looking up. "Hello," she said. "I've just been checking the investments I made recently and they're doing fabulously." She asked him how his day had been and he told her it had gone fine. Then she snapped her fingers. He immediately undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles. She checked his snug shorts and didn't bother to hide an amused smile. It was a pair she had dyed bright yellow. Then she pointed and he tugged them down and pushed them to his ankles, joining his pants. Trina looked critically at his chastity tube for a moment while he stood there, still not comfortable during these inspections. She caught him letting his discomfort show in his expression and told him, "You're making a face. Get rid of those pants and bring me the wooden spoon."
His features flushed. It bothered him to be treated like a misbehaving boy though it was appropriate for his new lifestyle. He got out of his socks and shoes, stepped free from his pants, and pulled his colorful shorts from around his ankles. Then he hurried toward the kitchen, pausing at the bathroom to set his discarded clothing neatly atop the hamper, and rushed back with the wooden spoon. Jeff stood there, naked from the waist down, and handed the utensil to his wife, making sure to offer her the handle end. She took it and stood up and told him, "Bend over and put your hands where I was sitting." He did, and felt the warmth of her body on the cushions of the couch. In no hurry, letting him anticipate what was to come, she stood behind him. Then she raised the large spoon and brought it's wide end down hard against his bottom, first one cheek and then the other, several times, and was rewarded with several red blossoms on each side. Jeff had to bite his lips to keep from yelping. She set the spoon down on an end table and left him in that awkward pose for several minutes while she picked up her paperwork and rechecked it.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Orgasm Denial and Tease Story
Found via fetlife. No author attributed, if you know or are the author, please let me know.
The Machine
Craig was going insane. For two days he had been locked up in this prison cell. Oh, it was a very comfortable suite: thickly carpeted, with a soft bed, television and radio, well-stocked kitchen area, books to read, in fact it was extremely luxurious but it was a prison cell nonetheless. He wasn't bored, and it wasn't the fact that he was locked in here which was driving him out of his mind - it was that he was so fucking horny - and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it.
When he'd regained consciousness after passing out from that searingly intense orgasm he'd had while he'd been strapped to the wall, he'd found himself lying on the bed here in this suite. The first thing he'd noticed when he'd opened his eyes was his own reflection in the mirrored ceiling, and all he was wearing was a couple of leather wrist bands - locked on - and a very strange looking pair of shorts. Each of the leather bands had a slight lump on the inside, but apart from that they were featureless. The shorts, however, were very odd - they appeared to be made from thick rubber, and they were padlocked onto him at the waist and at each leg. They fitted very tightly, moulding to the contours of his hips - but the most extraordinary thing about them was the crotch: the part covering his cock and balls was solid and rigid – and it was enormous. It protruded perhaps eight inches from his body in a rounded pyramid between his legs. Lying there on the rubber-covered bed, Craig looked down at himself and shook his head in disbelief. "What?" he said to himself.
He lowered his right arm to feel the front of the shorts - and yelled in sudden pain as a very unpleasant electric shock shot through his balls. Quickly he withdrew his hand, and the shock stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Very cautiously, he tried the other hand, slowly approaching his crotch - and the same thing happened. Obviously there was some kind of magnetic device on the wristbands which triggered the electricity. The shock was intense, and there was no way he could keep his hand closer than a few inches from his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed. What were these cruel bitches up to now? Craig was still exhausted from his ordeal on the wall, and not in the least bit horny, but he realised that he wouldn't stay that way for long, and the shorts - ridiculous as they looked - did feel rather sexy. He was thirsty, and decided to look around for a drink, so he rolled off the bed and got the shock of his life. Suddenly it felt as if there were ants loose inside the shorts. Something was tickling his cock and his balls - tiny fingers were stroking him lightly all over. He froze and, after a few seconds, the tickling stopped. Still in the same position, on all fours on the floor at the side of the bed, he moved experimentally - and the tickling started again. Drained as he was, he nevertheless felt his cock begin to respond and harden inside the front of the shorts, and as it did so he could feel it pushing through... things... as it lengthened. It was like tiny, thin, flexible rubber spikes. They caressed and stroked his cock on all sides, and got into every crevice of his anatomy underneath the black rubber. It felt delicious.
The Machine
Craig was going insane. For two days he had been locked up in this prison cell. Oh, it was a very comfortable suite: thickly carpeted, with a soft bed, television and radio, well-stocked kitchen area, books to read, in fact it was extremely luxurious but it was a prison cell nonetheless. He wasn't bored, and it wasn't the fact that he was locked in here which was driving him out of his mind - it was that he was so fucking horny - and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it.
When he'd regained consciousness after passing out from that searingly intense orgasm he'd had while he'd been strapped to the wall, he'd found himself lying on the bed here in this suite. The first thing he'd noticed when he'd opened his eyes was his own reflection in the mirrored ceiling, and all he was wearing was a couple of leather wrist bands - locked on - and a very strange looking pair of shorts. Each of the leather bands had a slight lump on the inside, but apart from that they were featureless. The shorts, however, were very odd - they appeared to be made from thick rubber, and they were padlocked onto him at the waist and at each leg. They fitted very tightly, moulding to the contours of his hips - but the most extraordinary thing about them was the crotch: the part covering his cock and balls was solid and rigid – and it was enormous. It protruded perhaps eight inches from his body in a rounded pyramid between his legs. Lying there on the rubber-covered bed, Craig looked down at himself and shook his head in disbelief. "What?" he said to himself.
He lowered his right arm to feel the front of the shorts - and yelled in sudden pain as a very unpleasant electric shock shot through his balls. Quickly he withdrew his hand, and the shock stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Very cautiously, he tried the other hand, slowly approaching his crotch - and the same thing happened. Obviously there was some kind of magnetic device on the wristbands which triggered the electricity. The shock was intense, and there was no way he could keep his hand closer than a few inches from his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed. What were these cruel bitches up to now? Craig was still exhausted from his ordeal on the wall, and not in the least bit horny, but he realised that he wouldn't stay that way for long, and the shorts - ridiculous as they looked - did feel rather sexy. He was thirsty, and decided to look around for a drink, so he rolled off the bed and got the shock of his life. Suddenly it felt as if there were ants loose inside the shorts. Something was tickling his cock and his balls - tiny fingers were stroking him lightly all over. He froze and, after a few seconds, the tickling stopped. Still in the same position, on all fours on the floor at the side of the bed, he moved experimentally - and the tickling started again. Drained as he was, he nevertheless felt his cock begin to respond and harden inside the front of the shorts, and as it did so he could feel it pushing through... things... as it lengthened. It was like tiny, thin, flexible rubber spikes. They caressed and stroked his cock on all sides, and got into every crevice of his anatomy underneath the black rubber. It felt delicious.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Great Femdom Story
I found it via http://www.orgasmdenial.com/ as well as the poster claims it is a Carmenica Diaz story.
Very hot with the hint of cuckolding. Enjoy!
Milking Time
Elise and I had been married just three years. She is a gorgeous woman, tall and so sexy. In fact, I often wondered how we fell in love, as I’m not the most attractive man in town.
However, fall in love we did and I could not believe my luck. I used to go around all the time with a smile on my face when I had this tall, gorgeous woman on my arm.
The first three years were ok, I guess, we had fun and the sex was fine.
Or, at least I thought it was.
Like most mean, I have an urge to try new things and that applied to sex. The fact is, I have a small kinky street with a few domination fantasies. We never tried anything kinky, although I had raised it from time to time but Elise would just look at me, puzzled.
‘Why on earth would I dominate you, Jack?’ ‘Ah…just something different,’ I stumbled. ‘A change, you know.’
Did I mention she was taller than me? Sometimes it made me feel a little inadequate which just fuelled my domination fantasies.
‘You don’t like the way we make love?’ Elise stared at me pointedly. ‘I didn’t say that, it’s just…’ I usually lamely finished while Elise would look at me for a moment and then return to her magazine.
And so life meandered on. Until one night.
Elise was in bed, reading and I was horny so I playfully suggested that we make love.
We still made love two or three times a week and I enjoyed climbing onto her and pumping away until I came. It was fantastic.
‘Darling,’ I said from the bathroom doorway, dressed in my pajamas, ‘how about some fun tonight?’
It was the way I usually asked and Elise would mostly agree, turn the light out and pull the bedclothes down so I could crawl between those long, shapely, sun-tanned legs.
That’s the way it usually happened but not on this night.
Elise grimaced slightly. ‘I’m a bit tired, darling and not so energetic.’ ‘Oh,’ I said, disappointed.
Sensing my disappointment, Elise brightened and suggested, ‘perhaps I could milk you?
Just with my hand? Would that be ok until I feel energetic again?’
‘That would be ok, I suppose,’ I mumbled. Elise patted the bed beside her and I lay
down on the covers.
‘Undo your pajama pants, Jack,’ she said with a soft smile and I did.
Strangely, I felt a little embarrassed but my cock was rock hard as Elise switched the bedside lamp off.
Her hand gently enclosed my cock and Elise began moving her hand up and down.
It felt wonderful and it was very arousing as I imagined my sexy wife was dominating me a little for the first time.
Skillfully, her hand pumped, I arched backwards as Elise leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead.
‘Come, darling. Spurt for me.’
Her soft voice, the touch of her lips and the smell of her perfume drove me close and, grunting, I came as she milked me dry.
Very hot with the hint of cuckolding. Enjoy!
Milking Time
Elise and I had been married just three years. She is a gorgeous woman, tall and so sexy. In fact, I often wondered how we fell in love, as I’m not the most attractive man in town.
However, fall in love we did and I could not believe my luck. I used to go around all the time with a smile on my face when I had this tall, gorgeous woman on my arm.
The first three years were ok, I guess, we had fun and the sex was fine.
Or, at least I thought it was.
Like most mean, I have an urge to try new things and that applied to sex. The fact is, I have a small kinky street with a few domination fantasies. We never tried anything kinky, although I had raised it from time to time but Elise would just look at me, puzzled.
‘Why on earth would I dominate you, Jack?’ ‘Ah…just something different,’ I stumbled. ‘A change, you know.’
Did I mention she was taller than me? Sometimes it made me feel a little inadequate which just fuelled my domination fantasies.
‘You don’t like the way we make love?’ Elise stared at me pointedly. ‘I didn’t say that, it’s just…’ I usually lamely finished while Elise would look at me for a moment and then return to her magazine.
And so life meandered on. Until one night.
Elise was in bed, reading and I was horny so I playfully suggested that we make love.
We still made love two or three times a week and I enjoyed climbing onto her and pumping away until I came. It was fantastic.
‘Darling,’ I said from the bathroom doorway, dressed in my pajamas, ‘how about some fun tonight?’
It was the way I usually asked and Elise would mostly agree, turn the light out and pull the bedclothes down so I could crawl between those long, shapely, sun-tanned legs.
That’s the way it usually happened but not on this night.
Elise grimaced slightly. ‘I’m a bit tired, darling and not so energetic.’ ‘Oh,’ I said, disappointed.
Sensing my disappointment, Elise brightened and suggested, ‘perhaps I could milk you?
Just with my hand? Would that be ok until I feel energetic again?’
‘That would be ok, I suppose,’ I mumbled. Elise patted the bed beside her and I lay
down on the covers.
‘Undo your pajama pants, Jack,’ she said with a soft smile and I did.
Strangely, I felt a little embarrassed but my cock was rock hard as Elise switched the bedside lamp off.
Her hand gently enclosed my cock and Elise began moving her hand up and down.
It felt wonderful and it was very arousing as I imagined my sexy wife was dominating me a little for the first time.
Skillfully, her hand pumped, I arched backwards as Elise leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead.
‘Come, darling. Spurt for me.’
Her soft voice, the touch of her lips and the smell of her perfume drove me close and, grunting, I came as she milked me dry.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
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