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.



‘Was that nice, darling?’ Elise asked after I calmed down. I felt a little embarrassed and mumbled, ‘yes, it was.’

‘You’d better clean up,’ she said, ‘and could you bring me a towel, my hand is all sticky.’

Holding my pajama pants up with one hand, the sticky sperm sliding down my belly, I
shuffled, red faced, to the bathroom and cleaned up.

‘Here’s the towel,’ I mumbled in the darkness.

‘Thank you, darling,’ Elise said and I quickly rolled over to sleep to avoid any discussion on what had just occurred.


The next day I remembered how my wife had milked me and found the memory of it to be quite arousing. It was a little dominating but at the same time, a little humiliating.

I can’t let this get out of hand, I told myself. It’s time to get back to normal. It was just one night when she was tired.

Tonight, I told myself, we’ll make love as normal.

That night, I glanced into the bedroom as I wiped my hands on a towel.

Elise was lying in bed, reading a fashion magazine, wearing a powder blue night dress that was her favorite and very sexy as it was very short. It had thin straps and the bottom of the dress allowed most of her soft round ass to show nakedly out the bottom. She was also wearing 6” spike heeled, open-toed sandals, that were like the strippers wear.

‘Darling,’ I said, emerging from the bathroom, ‘why don’t we…’

‘Why don’t you just lie down here, Jack,’ Elise said, patting the bed beside her not letting me finish.

‘After you bring my hand cream and the tissues.’

Stunned, I turned around, retrieved her hand cream and the tissues from the bathroom.

I looked at her as she smiled at me.

‘Uh…I thought we’d…’

‘Not tonight, darling but I can help you sleep. Lie down.’

She patted the bed again.

Slowly, I lay down and Elise squirted hand cream into her hands, rubbing them together.

‘Take your pajama pants off, darling.’ I slid them down and, naked from the waist down, looked at my lovely wife.

Elise looked down and my eyes followed hers to see my rigid cock.
I thought she’d switch the lamp off as she did the previous night but Elise didn’t so I was nakedly revealed.

Her fingers, slick from the hand cream, encircled my cock without any preamble and slowly moved up and down.

I grunted as she did and Elise smiled.

‘Nice?’

I nodded.

‘Do you like it?’

I nodded again.

‘Darling, I’ve had a long day,’ Elise said while moving her hand up and down my cock in slow, knee bending strokes, ‘so I want you to concentrate on spurting quickly for me.

Don’t try to make it last; come as quickly as you can.’

As if I could make it last but her words suddenly made me move closer to orgasm

‘Do you like me milking you?’ Red faced, I nodded again and Elise smiled.

‘I know you do.’


She didn’t say anything else and the only sounds in the room were my heavy breaths and the slick noises of her hand moving.

Groaned, I stiffened and Elise murmured, ‘that’s it. Spurt away. You like being milked, darling, just let it go.’ “Don’t try to hold back, Cum quickly for me. Be a good boy.”

Grunting and moaning as my wife’s hand pumped furiously, I ejaculated with a loud
exclamation.

Expertly, she milked me dry, smiled, wiped her hands on my stomach, carefully avoiding the droplets of come and grinned.

‘Another successful milking.’

The next evening, Elise didn’t wait for me to say anything, just said simply, ‘I think you should be naked for your milking.’

‘Naked?’ I stuttered.

What was going on?

‘Yes,’ she said firmly, ‘naked so your pajamas tops don’t get stained. Come along, I haven’t go all night.’

‘But…’

Elise fixed me with a steely gaze and I felt weak.

My face was burning when I walked naked from the bathroom, holding her hand cream and the box of tissues in her hand.

To my shame, I was already hard, a fact Elise did not fail to notice.

‘Good,’ she smiled at my hard cock, ‘you’re all ready so it won’t take too long.”


“A quick milking is a good milking. Make sure you concentrate for me on cumming quickly. Spurt it all out for me darling.”

“Lie down.’

Elise was out of the covers and I glanced longingly at her large plump breasts obviously unencumbered under the low-cut pale blue nightgown and her long sexy legs curled on the bed.

‘Darling,’ I said as I lay down, ‘why don’t we make love instead of…’

‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘It’s milking or nothing.’

That shocked me and I looked at her as her beautiful green eyes glittered down at me.

Elise smiled thinly as she rubbed cream into her hands and her fingers encircled my hard cock.

I felt vulnerable and submissive as she began those long mind bending strokes.

‘No holding back,’ she commanded, ‘I want you to spurt as quickly as possible.’

Her hand began moving quickly and I shivered at her touch, quivering almost towards
orgasm.

My eyes fastened on her breasts as they wobbled enticingly under the nightgown and Elise smiled when she noticed.

‘That’s it, darling, look at my boobies while I milk you,’ she encouraged and I shivered on the edge. ‘Spurt for me, that’s a good boy!’ “Let’s empty those balls!”

I groaned as she effectively milked me dry, wiped her hands on tissues which she left on my belly and I thought I saw a small sneer as she looked at my shrinking cock but I must have imagined it.

She slipped under the bed covers and switched off the light, leaving me to clean up and stumble to the bathroom in darkness.

At work, I resolved that I would take charge, that I would make love to my wife as normal that night and there would be no more of this so called ‘milking’! And what was all this about hurrying up and spurting out my load as quickly as I can. I wanted to make it last. What was my wife trying to do to me?

I didn’t know what was going on but I did know I did not like it one little bit! Well, I liked the orgasms but…

Elise wasn’t home when I arrived and I read her note, saying she was attending a women’s club meeting.

A frozen dinner, television and I was reading in bed when Elise returned.

‘Good evening, darling,’ she said with a smile on her way to the bathroom.

‘How was the meeting?’

‘Fine,’ she called through the door.

She emerged in her blue nightgown, hair loose and quickly slipped into bed.

‘Good night darling,’ she said, pecking my cheek.

‘Darling,’ I said hesitantly, ‘do you think we could…’

Elise sighed.

‘I don’t feel like milking you tonight, darling. Can you wait until tomorrow night?’ Elise asked
sleepily.

Milking? I want to make love!

‘Well, I suppose so.’
‘Good. Good night.’

The next evening, for some reason, Elise didn’t go to bed first so I stood and yawned.

‘I’ll think I’ll turn in,’ I said.

‘Good night,’ Elise said, tapping on her laptop computer. She had been at it since she returned home and was in her denim skirt and T-shirt.

‘Ah…are you coming?
’
‘In a few minutes.’

‘Ah…are you sure?’

‘I just have to finish this.’

I walked upstairs, changed into my pajamas and walked into the bedroom.

Elise was standing next to the bed, smiling with her arms folded.

‘I forgot,’ she said with a wry smile, ‘I promised to milk you, didn’t I? I don’t know why you hint – why not just come out and ask me to milk you?’ I blushed.

‘Now, darling, that’s not…’

‘And we agreed you’d be naked for your milkings,’ Elise said, standing in front of me and suddenly jerking my pajamas top over my head.

I struggled in it but she had been too quick and as she was taller and seemingly a little stronger, she completely removed it.

‘Now the bottoms.’

‘Look, Elise,’ I protested, ‘this…’

Her hand slipped through the front of my pajamas bottoms and gently closed around my cock.

Her forcible and dominating manner made me hard and she grinned.

‘Are you telling me you don’t want a milking?’

Her fingers stroked me.

‘Something tells me you do.’

With a sudden movement, she yanked the bottoms down and I was naked.

‘Come on,’ Elise said, pulling me by my hard cock and pushing me so I fell down on the bed.

She climbed next to me, her hand still gripping my cock and looked into my eyes.

‘Ask me to milk you.’

Her voice was cold and I suddenly went weak at her manner as her hand tickled my cock.

‘Darling,’ I whispered, trying to fight for some control, some dignity but she was relentless and her soft caress made me submissive to her will.

‘Ask me!’

‘Milk me,’ I mumbled, face red.

‘Ask me properly.’

‘Please milk me,’ I whispered, turning my head from her hard eyes.

Elise giggled. ‘Seeing you asked so nicely.’

Her tone became businesslike. ‘I want you to come quickly so concentrate,
understand?’ “Don’t try to make it last honey; spurt as quick as you can for me.”

I nodded, eyes shut, trying to escape her eyes and she began pumping my cock. I thought I could ignore what she said and try to make it last.

‘Now, I’m going to give you fifteen strokes and you have to spurt before I finish. One.’

It was humiliating but I became harder as she counted and slid her hand up and down my cock.

‘Five.’

It felt wonderful and I allowed myself to slip into submission, focusing totally on my cock as my orgasm bubbled to the surface.

As her hand moved, she began to count more softly in a teasing manner that made me more submissive and aroused.

‘Eleven.’

‘Ahhhh,’ I groaned as she pumped furiously and I spurted ignominiously as Elise chuckled.

She continued pumping making sure I was drained dry.

‘A nice milking for my little boy.’

Elise looked at me triumphantly and smiled wickedly. ‘You’re getting quicker. Good boy.’ She laughed while watching my dick quickly shrink down.

She rolled off the bed and left the bedroom. I slowly and carefully cleaned up while
wondering what had gotten into Elise.

Elise treated me as if everything was the same but, every time I remembered how she counted while milking me, I immediately blushed with humiliation.

That night, I timidly walked out of the bedroom in my pajamas and quickly walked over to slip into the bed.

Elise was still downstairs and I hoped that we would make love at last tonight.

She walked in and went immediately to the bathroom.

After sometime, my eyes bulged when she emerged in a see through black teddy , stay up black nylons. and open-toed High-Heel Sandals with 1” platforms and 6” stiletto heels.

Immediately, my cock was hard and dripping pre-cum.

‘I hope you’re naked,’ she purred.

‘Well, no…but I can be…’

‘Now!’

Her eyes were hard and Elise looked so sexy and commanding, I immediately complied.

Elise smiled at my rock hard cock as she dropped a pillow onto the floor next to the bed.

‘Kneel there, darling,’ she said as she crawled onto the bed.

Slowly, I knelt and looked at her lying on the bed. So beautiful and sexy.

‘You need to understand,’ she said in a matter of fact tone, ‘that I require sexual relief as well.

You have your milking; I will have my licking!’

Horrified, I looked at her and opened my mouth but no words came.

‘I will teach you how to please me,’ Elise said sliding her legs on the bed so she was facing me.

‘You will give me an orgasm for the first time in our marriage!’

For the first time?

I stared at her and she returned my gaze with cold eyes.

Stunned, I gaped at her as she parted her thighs. Her pussy was exposed and I stared at the glistening lips and the dark trail of wispy hair.

‘Stick your tongue out.’

The combination of her domineering tone and the sight of her fleshy pussy, made me
submissively comply and Elise smiled.

‘Listen carefully. When I say “lick me” you will bend forward with your hands behind your back and you will start with simple vertical and horizontal strokes of your tongue. Understand?’

I nodded dumbly, my hands already behind my back.

‘When I pat your head, I want to feel wet and sloppy horizontal licks over my clitoris and then short cat-like licks over my entire vulva. Another pat and you will revert to the horizontal licks. Do you understand, darling?
’
She called me darling! ‘Yes,’ I said thickly, ‘I understand.’

Her eyes held mine.

‘I have been denied orgasms for sometime, darling, it’s now time for you to make up for it. Don’t worry, you’ll be milked after I’ve come.’

Milk? I want to fuck that beautiful pussy!

Elise smiled slowly and lay back on the bed, wriggling down a little so her legs hung over the side and her pussy was directly before me.

‘Lick me.’

My jaw was aching and my tongue was painfully stretched but Elise came.

The moment I heard her come I instantly realized she had been faking orgasms for our entire marriage.

This was deep and intensely guttural, almost animalistic as she held my wet face deep against her cunt while rocking in orgasmic bliss.

This was an orgasm while everything else had been a weak charade. I felt ashamed and submissive.

But, as she rocked with passion and sexual release, I now felt a little proud.

She smiled down at me, moved over on the bed, and patted beside her.

‘Lie up here, darling for your milking.’

I wanted to protest, to demand a fuck but I felt she might just refuse and I would not achieve any orgasm at all.

Meekly, I lay beside her and she slipped her hand around my hard cock.

The touch of her warm flesh made me shiver and I almost came then.

‘Only ten strokes tonight,’ Elise said calmly.

‘You only have ten to come, although I don’t think it will take that long,’ she chuckled, ‘do you, darling?’

I turned my head away to avoid her laughing eyes.

‘One.’

It felt wonderful.

‘six.’

‘Ahhh!’

Shuddering, I came, ejaculating strongly as Elise, grinning, milked me dry.

The fact that I had come after six strokes was embarrassing.

‘So quick,’ she murmured, ‘just the way I like it. Good night darling.’

I didn’t sleep that well and, in fact, tossed and turned all night while Elise slept soundly beside me in our marital bed. I was really worried that my wife was turning me into a Premature Ejaculator. I was unsure that I could do anything about it, as I loved the feeling of her soft hands manipulating my dick.

Did I really go down on her?
Did she really order me?
I believe I really liked it!

It had been my kinky fantasy to have a dominating wife and now that the fantasy had
suddenly come true, I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.

The old saying of “be careful of what you wish for” suddenly had ominous overtones.

Elise was in the bathroom when I woke, feeling groggy and still tired after an awful night. I tried to doze, to regain some sleep but couldn’t. The door opened and Elise emerged dressed for work in a business skirt suit. ‘Ill be late tonight,’ she said without greeting, ‘a business meeting so you cook dinner. Don’t get take-out, cook something!’ ‘Cook? But…’

‘High time you learned. I’m tired of working all day at the office and working again when I get home!’

Elise looked down at me, her eyes suddenly cold.

‘Don’t disappoint me, darling.’ She reached over to me and gave my dick a couple of quick strokes. She laughed when it immediately jumped to life in her talented fist and started drooling pre-cum. Elise said; “Maybe later I Milk your dick again for you if you make a good dinner.”

Later that evening after we ate dinner: ‘Not bad for a first effort,’ Elise said,
pushing her plate away, ‘I’m sure you’ll improve with time.’

Aghast, I looked at her as she calmly stood and walked upstairs.

Moments later, I heard the bath running. Sighing, I took the plates into the kitchen
and began to clean up.

The kitchen was spotless when Elise came downstairs in her robe and mixed a drink. She smelled all fresh and clean, her hair out of the bun and hanging loose.


She inspected the sparkling kitchen with her eyes and smiled but didn’t say anything, just walked away.

I heard the television switch on and found Elise curled up on the sofa, long bare legs emerging from her robe, watching a tape of a daytime soap that a friend records for her.

I knew my favorite documentary program was about to start, The History of Manchester United but, somehow, I couldn’t muster the nerve to point that out to Elise.

‘I’m going to the study,’ I said sullenly. It was as if she didn’t even hear me.

I walked slowly into the study, flicked the computer on and wondered why she’d changed.

But it was just a little bit sexy. Elise looked up from her magazine when I walked from the bathroom in my pajamas and looked me up and down. ‘They are the worst pajamas I have seen. Take them off.’ She looked back at her magazine.

‘Wha…’

‘I think you heard me, darling.’ She fixed me with a hard look. ‘I prefer you naked in the bedroom.’

Elise looked back at her magazine.

I blinked but felt my cock stirring.

Does she want to make love?

I pulled the top over my head, tossing it onto the bedside table and then dropped the bottoms.

By this time, my cock was hard and Elise smiled when she saw it.

‘I like that it doesn’t take you much to be hard.’

Elise placed the magazine beside her, pulled the bedclothes down and stretched like a cat.

My eyes bulged as she was completely naked and I drank in the sight! Long, full breasted and so sexy! – Elise was a gorgeous woman!

Her finger traced the thin line of pubic hair that drew the eye to the full lips of her pussy.

‘Lick me,’ she said in a throaty voice. I stared at her for a moment, her eyes
holding mine and I felt submissive under that unrelenting gaze.

Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and crouched between her parted thighs.

‘Do it like before,’ Elise said huskily and I leaned forward but she slapped the top of my head.

‘Hands behind your back!’

As my hands moved accordingly, my cock twitched at the commanding tone in her voice and I felt powerless. ‘Now, lick me!’

Again, my jaw and tongue ached by the time Elise reached her orgasm. As she ground my face deep against her cunt, I listened to the animalistic groans, moans and high pitched squeals and knew that in all of our married life, this was only the second time I had made her come!

That thought, as it did the previous night, made me weak and humiliated.

Satiated, she pushed me away and smiled at me.

‘In time you will be the best pussy licker in the neighborhood.’

Strangely, that made me feel pleased but, at the same time, ashamed that I hadn’t brought her to such orgasmic heights with my hard dick.

Elise patted the bed. ‘Lie down and I’ll milk you.’

I wanted to come but I wanted to fuck my wife!

‘Elise,’ I stammered, ‘I…I thought…we could…’

‘What, darling?’ her eyes glittered knowingly on me as she idly stroked her stomach.
‘I…I thought we could…make love!’

Elise chuckled. ‘Making love implies that both people get something from it. That’s normally not the case, is it?’

I blushed at that remark. ‘Well…yes…but,’ I said, strangely close to tears, ‘…we’re married…’

‘And, so?’ Elise coolly studied me and I felt my face grow unbearably hot.

‘Husbands…and…wives…they…make…love… and…’

‘Oh, you want to put your little dick in my pussy?’

Elise said it mockingly and I felt so small under her twinkling eyes.

‘Yes,’ I said in a small voice but my cock was unbearably hard.

Elise sighed and parted her thighs. ‘Oh, all right,’ Elise said, ‘if you want. It shouldn’t take too long, anyway,’ she added, as if to herself.

I stared at her wet pussy, where, a moment ago, I had slavishly licked and kissed and wanted to feel it around my cock.

Her mocking eyes were on me so I looked down as I moved between her thighs.

My cock slid into her easily and Elise turned to pick up her magazine as I began to move.

I couldn’t believe it!

Elise was idly flicking through a magazine as I began to move my cock in and out of her cunt!

Didn’t she feel me?

Three deep strokes and I was quivering on the edge, not from really feeling her but from just being inside her hot pussy and she looked up from her magazine, smiled and said, ‘spurt.’

I don’t know whether it was the humiliating position I was in or the way she said it but I came, I came!

And after only four strokes!

Elise tossed the magazine onto the bed and stared coldly at me.

I wished the bed would swallow me up, that I could escape her mocking eyes.

‘I hope you enjoyed that! I think it was incredibly selfish of you!’

‘But…Elise…’

‘But nothing. We need balance in our lives and that was decidedly one sided!’

I lowered my head, wishing I could die and felt so humiliated.

Elise parted her thighs and said coldly, ‘you can clean me up now.’

Horrified, I looked at her.

She couldn’t mean…that!

‘I’ll…I’ll get a towel,’ I mumbled.

‘No,’ Elise said calmly, ‘you made the mess, you can clean it! Use your mouth!’

‘Elise…no!’ I cried, face hot.

‘If you ever want to come again, you will clean me up,’ my wife stated in a cold voice and I knew, from her heard eyes, that she meant it.

‘But…’ I whispered.

‘Your choice!’

My face was hot, red hot, as I bent down between her thighs and, as I began to lick and suck juices from her pussy, I felt Elise pick up her magazine.

The sound of a page turning and then she patted my head as I swallowed her juices, and murmured, ‘good boy. Get it all.’

I couldn’t look Elise in the eye the next morning and I dressed quickly to go to work but Elise hummed softly to herself and didn’t seem at all bothered.

‘Goodbye, darling,’ she said, pecking my cheek and I miserably watched her go.

Every time I thought about what I had done the previous night, I felt small, weak and ashamed. If anyone found out I had…ah…cleaned my wife…after…sex! I’d die!
I really would!

That night, I didn’t protest when Elise indicated she wanted me to be between her thighs and I dutifully licked her to an orgasm.

Elise instructed me to lie beside her and she milked me.

Humiliatingly, I came on the fifth stroke, which was lucky, I suppose, as she had allowed me only eight strokes.

Without a word, Elise picked up her magazine and began to flick through it as I slowly walked naked to the bathroom to clean up.

Elise just smiled when she pecked me goodbye and I slowly walked to the car. She drove past me in her sports car, waved and beeped the horn before speeding down the street.

After lunch, she telephoned me.

‘Darling, you can cook tonight.’


‘Ah…Elise…’

‘Something light. I’ve had a trying day so open a bottle of white wine. I’ll be home by half past six.’

I stared at the dead telephone and slowly replaced it while my cock became hard as I replayed her words and her commanding tone in my head.

The dinner was light and I ate silently while Elise read a report as she ate. She had arrived punctually at 6:30 and hadn’t even bother to change.

Every now and again, she would sip her wine and then smile at me.

‘That’s enough,’ she said, pushing the plate away. ‘Clean up.’

Dumfounded, I watched her walk to the living room. I stood to protest but something held me back.

After I cleaned the kitchen, I found Elise seated on the sofa, high heels off, eyes closed and listening to music, a half empty glass of wine beside her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.

‘You’ve finished?’

‘Ah yes…Elise…’

‘Come here,’ she said as if she hadn’t heard me and I walked to stand beside her. Suddenly, her hand went to my trousers and closed around my cock.

‘Hard,’ she said with a sly smile, ‘you obviously like me taking charge, don’t you?’

‘Ah…look…this has gone…’

‘Don’t you!’

I was beaten and Elise knew it and she removed her hand from my trousers.

‘Take your clothes off,’ she said, sitting back, sipping her wine.

Something made me do it and when I was naked, sporting a rigid cock, Elise giggled and parted her thighs.



‘Assume the position,’ she said, dropping a cushion on the floor between her feet.
Head down, I knelt naked between her legs with my hands obediently behind my back.

When I looked up her skirt, I was shocked to see her cunt blatantly on display, framed between suspenders and stocking tops!

She hasn’t any knickers on!
And when did she start wearing stockings?
And when did she take her knickers off?
Did she wear panties to work?

‘Lick me.’

She was so wet and, as I tasted her, my mind raced but I kept my questions to myself.

‘Very nice, darling,’ Elise sighed as she recovered from another mind numbing orgasm.

‘I’ve quite been looking forward to that all day. The thought made my panties wet. See?’

A pair of black filmy knickers dropped over my throbbing cock and she giggled.

‘They were so wet, I had to take them off and dry myself. I’m so naughty, aren’t I?’

I looked up at her mournfully, desperate to come and she knew it, she knew she had me and I could see it clearly in her eyes.

‘Is it time for your milking, darling?’

Humiliated, face red, I nodded slowly, my hands still behind my back.

‘Move closer and turn side on.
’
I could smell the wine on her breath as her hand picked up the panties and wrapped them around my cock, holding the silky material around it.

‘Just three strokes tonight, darling, as I think my panties will send you there quickly.’

Slowly, she rubbed the silky panties down my rigid cock.

‘One.’

I shivered and groaned.

‘Two.

Does that feel nice?

My sexy silk panties around your littlr dickie?’

‘Three.’

‘Ahhh!’

Shuddering, I ejaculated into the panties, humiliation and shame washing over me as I emptied under Elise’s grinning eyes as she milked me.

‘There you go,’ she said, putting the ball of sodden panties in my hand.

‘Wash those by hand. Unless you want to lick them clean?’ Her eyebrow rose and she smiled coldly at me.

‘Ah…no…I’ll wash them,’ I mumbled.

‘Good boy,’ Elise said and picked up her glass of wine, dismissing me with her eyes.

Over the next few days, we seemed to fall into a pattern of the evening meals prepared by me, the kitchen cleaned by me and then I would kneel naked between her legs and lick her to an orgasm.

Then, humiliatingly, Elise would milk me and I would come with less than five strokes.

The thought of actually fucking her was just a dream.

A dream that tormented me.

‘I think you can drive us to Wendy’s house tonight,’ Elise said as she prepared to leave for the day. It was Friday, the last day of the working week, a week of momentous changes.

‘I thought we’d take a tax?’

‘Why spend all that money on a tax?

You’ll just have to refrain from drinking, that’s all.’

She left for her office and I miserably picked up my car keys.

That evening, I dressed in a casual shirt and trousers and stood in the hallway waiting for Elise.

My cock surged when I saw her come down the stairs in a slinky black cocktail dress.

God, she is so beautiful!

‘There will be a lot of people at this party, darling, so I want you on your best behavior.’

‘Well, of course. I…what do you mean?’

Elise sighed and looked down at me. She was tall anyway but in her stilettos, was at least four inches taller.

‘I don’t want any testosterone driven displays as I will, in all probability, be flirting quite a bit.’

‘Flirting?’ I burst out and her eyes narrowed.

‘Well, yes, of course. It is a party after all.’

‘But…’

‘I think it’s better if I milk you before you go, drain you of those bothersome male hormones.’

‘What? You can’t be serious…’

‘Drop your trousers,’ she said, ignoring me as she rummaged in her handbag, ‘I have some tissues in here.’

‘Now…’ I spluttered but she fixed me with a cold stare.

‘I said to drop them!’

Blushing, I unbuckled my belt and allowed my trousers to slip down to the floor, resting around me ankles.’

‘And those underpants.’

As I did, she smiled because she could see what I already knew – that I was hard!

‘Let’s see if you can spurt,’ Elise said, seizing my cock with her right hand and holding the wad of tissues with her left, ‘in three strokes.’

I stared into her cleavage and gazed upon her lovely round ass and long legs, as her dress was a low cut on top and very short on the bottom, as she gave me a long slow stroke.

‘That’s one,’ she said calmly as I shivered, come bubbling within me. She knew I would spurt quickly and didn’t have the stamina to last long at all.

I wanted to resist but, somehow, I had been trained and my body responded to what she wanted and she wanted me to come.

‘Two.’

‘Three.’

‘Ahh!’

Once again, I ejaculated on the third stroke and Elise smiled down at me in quiet victory as I spurted into the tissues.

‘Clever boy,’ she said when she’d fished milking me.

‘Dispose of that mess,’ Elise said firmly, pressing the tissues into my hand, ‘while I fix my lipstick. And, for god sakes, pull your pants up.’

I stood in the corner at the party, sipping water and watching Elise flirt with the young men.

They were all over her and I burned a little when I saw her dancing closely with a particularly good looking young man. His hand rested dangerously close to her bottom but I dared not say anything.

One of the stout women engaged me in a conversation about politics and when I looked around, Elise had vanished.

Sometime later, as I was helping in the kitchen, Elise came in giggling and holding the young man’s hand.

‘Darling,’ Elise said to me, ‘this is Mike, he’s an architect. Isn’t that clever?’
‘Yes,’ I said stonily, ‘I suppose it is.’

His hand crushed mine in a handshake and he scornfully looked me up and down.

‘When you’re finished in here,’ Elise said, ‘I’m ready to go. Come on, Mike, let’s have another dance.’

On my knees that evening, licking and sucking Elise, I thought she was extremely wet and tasted slightly differently.

‘I milked you before we left,’ Elise said when she had recovered, ‘but if you need it, you can go into the bathroom and milk yourself.’

‘What? I mean…steady on, Elise…I mean to say…’

‘Yes,’ she said, eyes glittering, ‘you’re right, why go to the bathroom?

You haven’t anything to hide from me, have you?. You can milk yourself here!’

‘Ah…what?’

‘Do it!’

Blushing desperately, I tried to escape her hard eyes but couldn’t and slowly, my hand closed around my hard cock.

‘Do you want me to count?’ Elise taunted and I said nothing, - just looked down.

Slowly, with my wife’s eyes watching every movement, I wanked for her.

It didn’t take long, probably only five or six strokes and I dribbled come onto my left hand.

It was humiliating and shameful and Elise’s scornful laughter rang in my ears when I walked to the bathroom to clean up.

One thought reverberated within me all Saturday – I had to get her to stop dominating me!

I wanted it to go back to normal, where I made love to her and it was pleasant.

Pleasant for you, a nasty inner voice pointed out, but your wife didn’t come, did she?

Struggling to find my nerve, I placed the dinner I had prepared on the table in front of Elise and cleared my throat.

She looked up and studied me.

‘Sit down and eat, darling,’ she said with a small smile as if she knew I wanted to talk about something other than dinner.

‘Elise…’ I hesitantly began.

‘Yes? This is quite nice, by the way. You’ve become a good cook. Perhaps,’ Elise said with a sexy grin, ‘you’ll become as good at cooking as you are at licking my kitty.’

I couldn’t believe she said it and my face, I’m sure, positively burned!

‘What did you wish to say?’

‘Well…I want to talk about…how…we make love…’

‘We don’t,’ she said, cutting the fish, ‘we don’t make love. You lick my cunt,’ she said simply,
‘until I come and then I milk you. Or, you milk yourself. It’s all very simple, darling.’

Flabbergasted, I stepped back, blinking at my calm wife who popped a piece of fish into her mouth and chewed slowly, watching me.

‘But…darling,’ I stammered, wanting to protest but, suddenly, I felt like crying.

‘But what, darling?’ Elise said in a kindly tone. ‘It’s a wonderful arrangement.

I get to come regularly which is something I have sort of missed out on for a few years and you get to come. You also get a dominant wife, something you’ve been dreaming of, haven’t you?’
Spluttering, I tried to think of a way to reason with her.

Instead, I stammered, ‘but…I want to make love,’ I said fighting tears.

‘We do make love in a sort of a way, darling. My loving touch certainly helps you come. And,’ she said, pointing a fork at me, ‘you really can’t put your little willie inside me, darling.’

‘Why not?’ I stuttered and Elise grinned.

‘Darling, be realistic! You’re lucky to last three strokes of my hand before you come!

You know it would be less if you slide into my velvet pussy and that would be a total waste for me, even if you clean me up like last time.’

‘That calm remark struck home and I wilted, my face glowing.

‘It’s better this way, darling, we both know it is.’

Elise resumed calmly eating and turning, I rushed from the dining room to the kitchen where I fought to hold myself in control.

Resigned to my fate, later that evening, I crouched naked between my wife’s thighs, licking her to orgasm.

She was dressed in a white pleated skirt and red blouse with a white suspender belt and tan hose.

I had been shocked when I saw she wasn’t wearing knickers but fell to my duty until she enjoyed what Elise called “a sweet appetiser of a come”.

‘Get the towel so you can clean me up, darling,’ Elise said, smiling down at me and I rushed to the bathroom.

As I gently wiped her pussy, Elise patted me on the head.

‘That was wonderful, darling, it just sets me in the mood. Now, I’m going out and I won’t be back until late.

Do you want me to milk you now or wake you up when I come home?’

‘Now, please,’ I croaked, head down.

‘Of course, darling.

Let’s go into the bathroom so you can stand over the bathtub. It needs a good clean and you can do that while I’m out dancing.’

I stood at the edge of the bathtub, naked and with a hard cock.

‘Goodness, you are hard from all that wonderful attention to kitty.

The taxi is coming, darling, so only three strokes so be a clever boy and concentrate.

I watched her hand enclose my cock, smelled her nighttime perfume and stared at the white
bathtub.

Elise smiled at me, her eyes alive with something I couldn’t recognize.

‘Are you ready, darling?’

I nodded sullenly.

‘Good. Here we go. One.’