Mindy and Me

 

I love my wife - god, how I love her! But she is very controlling, and downright devilish when it comes to bed-play. She always takes me to the most outrageous extremes before finally allowing me to climax. Today was a perfect example.

I woke to 'morning wood', and Mindy's insidious teasing.

We both sleep in the nude, and it's impossible for me to hide those inevitable early morning erections. And since Mindy hadn't allowed me ejaculate in over two months, this particular erection was amazingly urgent. Straining upright, pulsing hotly, it tented the coverlet impressively. Snuggled against my side with her nearly waist-length chestnut hair draping us both, my beautiful young wife (over ten years my junior) had noticed and begun to play with it.

First she just stroked me, running her fingertips gently up and down the sensitive underside, making me bob and twitch. Her long, lacquered nails scratched lightly at my bare base and balls (Mindy makes me shave daily), and then returned to fondle the throbbing knob.

I moaned helplessly, and Mindy giggled. Snuggling even closer, she nuzzled her mouth right up to my ear and began to nibble and tongue me - something she knows drives me absolutely wild. As her teasing hand closed on my shaft and began to oh-so-slowly pull it, she breathed her desires right into me.

"Mmmmmmm... Look at how long and hard and throbbing you are!" She paused to nip my earlobe, lick all around the pinna and drive her tongue inside, squeezing my ridiculously rigid penis even tighter. "I think maybe I've denied you long enough, husband! Would you like to ejaculate this morning? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"

Her humming in my ear aroused me almost as much as her slow motion stroking on my raging hard-on. Squirming, I moaned and nodded my affirmative. Mindy giggled again, bending my urgent upthrust back down between my legs until I whimpered eloquently in competing pain and need. Then she thrilled me beyond belief.

"All right, my darling. This morning you can ejaculate. But not until I say so! If you jump the gun on me, I'm going to lock this penis away for a year! Understood?"

Again I whimpered an affirmative, writhing uncontrollably as she continued to stimulate me. But at last Mindy breathed her satisfaction into my ear. Then she began giving me orders.

"Excellent! First of all then, my obedient mate, I'm going to start by enjoying your slutty butt! I want you to pile pillows by your waist, and then roll over onto them, just like always."

I said she was very controlling. And she's so stunningly beautiful that I can deny her nothing. Mindy laid claim to my ass the very first night we spent together, and using it daily remains her most dedicated pleasure. This morning, as always, I submitted to her wishes with complete docility. Within seconds I lay facedown in the center of the bed, my limbs spread-eagled with two firm feather pillows propping up my hips and elevating my open rear.

My pounding erection was bent back between my legs: painfully doubled over to keep it from sliding back and forth against the pillows, and possibly driving me into an accidental orgasm. I waited in face-burning, skin-crawling suspense, as Mindy opened a compartment in the headboard of our bed and produced a tube of lubricant and her favorite strap-on.

Quickly she donned her beautifully life-like eight-inch rubber erection and moved in behind me. She split my splayed-out legs even wider, then spread my buttocks apart and smeared me generously with jelly. Then she loomed over my prone, prostrate body, gripped my upthrust hips and prepared to take my proffered virtue.

"Here we go, my boy! My precious little Slut-boy! Mistress Mindy is going to fuck you senseless yet again. My humbly submissive little househusband! How I love to exercise my marital rights!"

With that she lunged forward and penetrated me. Sliding her hard cock easily up into my, by now, well-accustomed ass, she mounted my mute compliance and commenced an incredibly intense copulation.

Relentlessly she pounded herself down into me, quickly surpassing the rhythm of her usual bread-and-butter butt fucking. Her inspired pace, panting breath and gasped exhortations betrayed her greater-than-ever arousal, and before long she was crying out ecstatically in climax. Meanwhile I clutched the covers with both fists, groaned and groveled and raised my hips, wallowing in the unlimited intimacy of that invasion as those nonstop pneumatic thrusts kept thudding home. For what was perhaps an hour and a half then, my lovely young wife brutally butt fucked me, in what was an emphatic demonstration of who truly ruled our relationship. Then - as if it were needed - she took this logic an inevitable step further.

Still lodged balls-deep in my butt, Mistress Mindy finally stopped fucking my ass and fell atop me. Panting in my ear, she renewed her teasing banter.

"Ah, that was truly awesome! Wasn't it? I just love to fuck my Slut-boy's ass! But of course, you know that's not the only way I like to use it. I love to color it as well! And you love that too... don't you, Slut-boy? You feel guilty about how much you enjoy being buggered, and so you crave an appropriate punishment. Don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Mindy," I acknowledged, my heart still pounding within me. "Will you please punish me now?"

"Of course, my precious husband! Regular punishment is one of the foundations of our incredibly strong marriage! That you know your proper place in my life is absolutely essential!"

Mindy rose, and at last she pulled her cock from my aching, remarkably dilated rectum. Unfortunately for me though, she had one of her biggest training plugs ready to replace it.

First a tapered tip entered me, and then an increasing conical width, until my sphincter was stretched almost to tearing by the intrusion. But then the crisis point passed, and the big hard bulb was firmly lodged. I snapped back tight on the protruding neck, and tried to adjust to the enormous object I now carried in my bottom.

It wasn't easy - particularly as the whipping soon began. Without hesitation Mistress Mindy took my belt and immediately began to strap me across the upthrust, stuffed-full ass. Every blow caused me to clench my cheeks, tightening muscles already sore and stretched beyond belief. Soon I was clutching that enormous plug rhythmically, involuntarily, just as I'd accepted my wife's more limber and mobile boner.

Meanwhile I wept into the coverlet, grasped it with both fists and bit down on a fold of it, as the slashing, flaying strokes of the belt coloring my ass continued to sear into me. Squirming helplessly atop the pillow-pile, I sobbed and shook and yet took my just desserts like a man, allowing my much younger wife to discipline me however she saw fit. But finally my sacrificed ass reached a color she approved of, and Mindy stowed the belt. Without removing the giant plug, she instructed me to roll back over.

"Now I want you on your back, up against the headboard. Put one of the pillows under your poor little butt, and one under your head and shoulders. I want you elevated in just the right places!"

Once I was positioned Mindy straddled me in a sixty-nine. Crouching to confront my elevated erection, she pushed her tight crotch up and back and straight into my propped-up face.

I needed no instruction here. I ate my wife out in a slavish frenzy, exalted at being allowed to service such a heavenly fount. But then she pressed me tight against the headboard and fell into a familiar tongue-fucking rhythm: humping my outthrust oral organ as though it were a penis. Meanwhile my own long-deprived erection was treated to such a mad bout of fellatio that my orgasmic control was severely taxed. But somehow I held out, using the pain and smothering of my face fucking, and the horrible invasion in my wife-owned ass, to distract me from the insane sensation of Mindy voraciously gobbling my burning-hot cock. Only when she'd humped my tongue to an unknown number of climaxes did my domineering wife at last release my big pink candy cane from her own relentlessly vacuuming lips and swing herself around.

Finally she settled her glorious crotch atop mine. Her sopping vagina pressed my erection flat: soaking, heating, and teasing me without penetration. And then my wife made my month by pressing her delectably firm, ripe young breasts right into my face. While she squirmed on my hard-on and murmured endearments into my ears, she curtained me with her shimmering hair and rubbed her heavenly endowment against my cheeks and features until I was gasping in both anoxia and ecstasy. At last she even let me fasten and suckle one distended nipple after another, until our moans of pleasure harmonized into a kind of symbiotic erotic symphony. Then, without warning, Mistress Mindy took me once again.