My Dream Life - Part Three

She’s allowed me out of the cage and we are making love. We’re lying in missionary position, and it feels amazing to hold her and look at her while my penis slides back and forth inside her pussy. It is the ultimate experience—having an orgasm during sex after being denied for so long. I’m right on the edge when she places her hands on my waist and stops me, pulling out of her pussy. Then she says:

We can stop now and lock you back in. Or you can cum inside my pussy, but then I will sit on your face and you have to eat all the cum from it. I freeze. There is absolutely no way I am going to taste cum. Not even my own. No chance. But I find myself unable to ask her to just lock me back up. She starts fondling my genitals, stroking my cock and balls. She talks about how wonderful her pussy feels and how much I want to slide inside her again. How much I want to cum in her. How long it’s been since the last time. And how long it will be if we wait. I can’t hold back anymore. I reply yes, and she guides me back in. As I start pumping, she keeps talking about how she wants me to shoot a lot of cum inside her so there is plenty left for me to eat. She also mentions that the idea turns her on immensely. I climax inside her, and she holds me there for a moment to ensure everything comes out. Then she has me roll onto my back and, cupping her pussy with one hand, moves up over my face. She uses one hand to pull my jaw down before pressing her pussy firmly against my mouth. My cum streams from her into my mouth as she rubs her clitoris while looking at me. She is telling me how beautiful this all is and climaxes on my face. Then she settles next to me and gives me a deep French kiss, swirling the cum around in both our mouths. She pulls back slightly, looks at me, and tells me to swallow. What does this mean? This is something I have little desire to do, or perhaps 95% certainty that I don’t want it. But I also think I would go through with it in that moment. If that happens, I believe control of the chastity shifts entirely over to my wife. The device is currently hers as she tries to figure out what I need and wants from this dynamic. She wants something that fits well with what I desire, which gives me a fair amount of control. But if the above scenario plays out, it means we are doing what she wants regardless of my personal preference. In that sense, I think this would be a good outcome.

This is reality for me and I love it

> What does this mean? > This is something I have no desire to do, or I'm 95% certain I have no desire to do. Mrs. Twisted does it to me from time to time. The idea is erotic as hell *before* I get my rocks off...but after is a different story. I can't do it willingly; it's nasty and perverted, and I don't like it...but *she* likes it so when she wants it, I am restrained before I know it's going to happen... ...and of course, the fact that she enjoys making me do it enough that she will restrain me and *force* me makes it even more erotic once I start getting horny again. I get turned on by the prospect (and reality) of being [literally] forced to do [kinky/nasty/perverted] things that I don't 'want' to do, or wouldn't normally do. It may be that you are affected similarly. _____________________________________________________ It doesn't seem like this is supposed to be a story; would this be better somewhere else? In any case, it might work well if these were contained in a single thread rather than creating new threads for each post.

That's close to the way it is for me. If it's just a small amount I don't mind swallowing the whole thing but when she let me come on Sunday it was after nine days so there was a lot. She told me to come on her stomach, which means I'm going to be cleaning, so I straddled her and she stroked until I came. It filled her belly button to over flowing and all around it. "there's your present" she said, and I knew what to do.

Nice to read that some of us share the same dreams and lives. The story is my life as well, so i am lucky and my wife is horny. Eating the come is 50/50 my fantasy, Licking her ass for 10 minutes is 80% her fantasy, but she can cum from that so no choice for me on that one. How do you guys feel about drinking her urine by force? I can sometimes talk myself out of it. But not always.

> member_8d39493aaa wrote:...so i am lucky and my wife is horny. Are you sharing an account here?

Yes

Just a note: While we do not forbid account sharing here, we do discourage it. It's often confusing for other members to read a post or comment and realize halfway through that it's from the other partner. The other issue is that we have a private forum for the keyholders only, where they can talk among themselves without being hampered by well-meaning, but often overbearing guys.

Makes sense we too both need different info,:D

> member_8d39493aaa wrote:Makes sense we too both need different info,:D Might also be helpful for the two of you to visit here also: the archived discussion

> member_8d39493aaa wrote:How do you guys feel about drinker her urine by force, i can sometimes talk myself out of it. > But not always. Mrs. Twisted has done it to me a few times. I have no desire to just do it; it's 'nasty' and there is a certain amount of humiliation involved in being 'used' in that manner...but being *forced* to do it makes me hard as hell...which is more than a little 'embarrassing'. Mrs. Twisted has some mental blocks, likely created by her repressed Catholic and Greek Orthodox upbringing. Although she has for the most part abandoned religion (and considers herself a 'recovering Catholic') many of the blocks regarding sex remain. Even though she *knows* that she enjoys some 'unusual' activities, her inhibitions sometimes prevent her from enjoying them fully. However, recognizing my arousal at forced participation in 'unusual' activities, I wanted to explore this further. A while back, for my birthday, Mrs. Twisted agreed to enact a 'fantasy' scenario of my devising, to the best of her ability. So, I created a scene that included this idea as part of it. The scene I wrote had her tying me naked in the bathtub, where she would keep me for some time while she consumed her Sunday morning coffee (a lazy morning in front of the TV). When she needed to pee, instead of using the toilet the script called for her to come to the tub, don a rubber glove and tease me to erection and then deliver a 'golden shower' (an experiment in Pavlovian conditioning to create an arousal response to both rubber gloves urophilia). I expected that being restrained in a bathtub would be rather uncomfortable, and a little chilly (even with the heat turned up). In fact, I expected that I would be *so* uncomfortable that it would be *necessary* to apply manual stimulation to get me erect. This proved not to be the case. As I expected, having my hands bound behind my back and my ankles bound to the water spout, unable to move or adjust position, resulted in significant discomfort after only a few short minutes. I had specified that she was *not* to **release** me, no matter how uncomfortable I appeared to be and no matter how much I might complain, until *she* was fully satisfied with the length of this portion of the scene...she had done a very good job with the knots and it soon became clear that I was, in fact, completely helpless- I couldn't move very much at all and it was *impossible* to escape. She could keep me there as long as she wanted and do it as many times as she wanted...and I got a hard-on that just would not go away. Really, it *would not* go away. Manual stimulation was totally unnecessary. I lost track of the number of hours that I was there, and the number of times she 'used' me: more than three hours and at least four or five visits...and I stayed rock-hard the entire time. (And since I had been locked and without orgasm for more than a month at that point, I really, really wanted to do something with it, but I *couldn't touch it*, and she *didn't*...talk about frustrating...) The 'icing on the cake' was her final visit, when she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her crotch and insisted that I drink. I would have expected that more 'force' would have been needed, but somehow, some way, I guess between the fact that I [knew I] *was* helpless and couldn't escape, that she had already 'used' me so many times, and that I had been so hard and horny for so long...she was filling my mouth and I was gulping and swallowing before I even thought to protest. (Which certainly says something about the effects of mind-fuckery and submission.) Then I got another surprise. My raging boner was clear (and somewhat humiliating) evidence that *I* was 'turned-on', but after she was empty she continued holding my head to her crotch and insisted that I eat her out... *and she was as wet as I have ever seen her, she was completely 'turned-on' too and reached orgasm in a very short time*. Her inhibitions prevent her from admitting just how 'turned-on' she was, but she quite obviously was. Hmmm, maybe I should turn that event into a story...that wasn't the end of the scene...