My wife walked in on me one night, I was busy working on my prostate with one of her smaller toys. She was shocked, but the look on her face went from one of surprise to impish delight. “That’s my toy, we need to get you yours,” she said, while taking a hold of her dildo and screwing it deep inside of me. I felt a jolt of pain missed with pleasure that would pale in the face of the coming days.
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It wasn’t long before a series of parcels made their way to our door. Little boxes, all in brown paper, hiding away shameful secrets. She made me watch as she opened them one by one and revealed their contents: a set of fishnets, a small leather harness, and various lubricants. But the biggest box held the largest surprise of our marriage: a large, bright red double-ender dildo.
She made me undress her from head to toe and forced one end of the strap-on into my mouth. She made herself glisten with her juices before straddling my face and fucking herself through the metal loop of her harness. “Make it nice and slimy with your spit, worm. Otherwise it’s going to hurt.” She made me gag and choke on it until I could barely hold back my tears. Only then she pulled away to give me a good look of her handy work.
All six inches of this thing were covered in my spit and drool, the other half firmly tucked inside of her. She bent me over the table and pulled my pants down. I was ready.
Without as much as a drop of lube she jammed her new cock into my trained ass. I had thought myself stretched and ready enough for this, but I wasn’t. The pain was unbearable, and yet I found myself pushing back at her and begging for more, my mind going blank with pain and pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.
I collapsed on the floor, a burning sensation in my ass and a fog in my head. She kissed my sweaty forehead and whispered “This is just the start, my worm.” And I could only say, “Yes, mistress” with a smile on my face. From then on it became a game for her. Every day she would cook us breakfast, we would kiss and head off to our respective jobs, knowing full well that at night I would be her worm, and she – my mistress.
Whoever made it home first set the stage, I would strip naked and lubricate myself. At first the expectation of what was to come was so great that I would stroke myself to climax, but this was put to an end by her heels. My punishment was both horrific and amazing to me; I was bound in chastity. All I could do was squirm in agony as I felt the need to release myself and stroke my throbbing cock raw, but she would not set me free. Instead she chased by throbbing erection by fucking me, day in and day out, for a week. I learned my lesson and always made sure to be a little late when coming home.
Now I find her sitting in the candle-light, her leather corset and boots reflecting the flames. She welcomes me home while stroking her dildo of choice for the night and then commands me to kneel. She has forbidden the use of lube as of late, saying that my warm and thick spit is enough.
Every day I get face-fucked to tears and then pounded into a warm, sweaty mess. I have become less than a slave to my mistress; I am merely a worm and a hole to fuck. My days at work are meaningless and I only feel alive when she’s inside me.
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