Chapter 5: Brenda amps up the pain
The following day, Brenda woke up with a renewed sense of energy and determination. After double-checking her preparations, she made her way over to Gene, who lazed in the bedroom. The morning sun illuminated his muscular form, and his hazel eyes met hers with a twinkle that hinted at his intrigue.
"I've got something special planned for you today," Brenda said with a mischievous grin.
Gene's lips curled in response. "Oh, really?
And what might that be?" Gene's gaze burned with curiosity, the anticipation of another day filled with the dark thrill of BDSM playmaking his cock stir in his silk pajama bottoms.
"You did so well taking pain yesterday and I'd like to take things further. I want to tie you up, spread your legs with a spreader bar, and have my way with you. Brenda chuckled.
"Just you wait. Today, things are gonna get even kinkier."
She lingered for a moment, both of them savoring the growing tension between them as she ascended the bed. Brenda descended upon Gene's chest, her heavy breasts pressing against him and sending warm shockwaves through him. With a passionate, dominating kiss, their bodies intertwined, fueling his hunger for domination.
Bending to remove her lacy underwear, Brenda revealed her trim, shapely thighs.
Lipstick-stained lips pursed on a smirk as she slowly slid her ivory-colored panties down her body. With an audible *snap*, she discarded them, her gaze still locked onto Gene's rapturous face. Gene watched in awe, his breathing shallowing as a rapidly growing erection pressed the fabric of his sleep pants into uncomfortable contours.
Gene found himself raised onto his elbows as Brenda hovered over him, her plentiful curves casting cool shadows across his heated body.
Brenda straddled his face and presented her swollen pussy. "Lick me, my cuckold. I need an orgasm to start the day."
Brenda's eyes glimmered wickedly as she lowered her pussy towards Gene's eager mouth.
Gene's tongue instinctively darted out, making initial contact with her soft, wet labia. Her body tensed and quivered, rewarding him with a stifled moan.
Embraced by her heat and musky aroma, Gene parted her pink lips, and his tongue found the distended pearl of her clitoris.
Brenda's pussy was shaved, making every intimate detail discernible, and the glistening arousal lubricated Gene's lips and chin.
Brenda's breath caught in her chest as Gene explored her, his tongue plunging deep into her depths only to withdraw and trace the pouting flesh at the entrance of her folds. He pulled her ass into his face with both hands, allowing him the perfect angle to dart his tongue inside her dripping opening.
Tasting her sweet, tangy flavor while feeling her hips grind against his eager mouth offered an unspoken satisfaction.
Brenda's breaths became rapid pants as Gene's tongue worked its magic. She had complete control, yet couldn't deny the thrill of having her sexual needs dominated by him.
Gene felt emboldened as he sucked on her clitoris and plunged two fingers into her pussy. His thrusting fingers matched the increasingly frantic pace he could sense emanating through Brenda's trembling form.
Finding her spots, Gene's deft fingers rubbed and flicked against her G-spot.
Brenda threw her head back in pleasure. "Oh, God! Yes, Gene!"
Gene felt an inexplicable rush just from hearing his name roll off her lips. He couldn't get enough of the satisfaction that came with pleasuring her so completely—serving her this way.
Gene continued to lick and tongue her, keeping the rhythm she yearned for as her legs shook, unable to contain the rapture coursing through her.
She looked down, watching as his head bobbed under the weight of her pleasure.
"Yes, God! Gene! Right there!" she screamed, losing all control. She began grinding against his lips in a desperate effort to reach her release.
Brenda's orgasm swept through her in a glorious wave. Her breaths were ragged as wave after wave of delicious release crashed over her.
Her thighs trembled and tightened around Gene's head, muscles straining as her body quaked with euphoria.
Gene reveled in Brenda's taste and scent, his own pleasure surging from being the direct cause of such an intense response from his wife. Involuntarily, his own erection twitched inside his silk pajamas.
Brenda finally dismounted, her chest heaving as she panted for air. Gene's cock bobbed helplessly in the air as she looked over and lightly ran her fingertips from base to tip eliciting a moan as his dick jerked back and forth.
"Not so fast, my cuckold. You need to get used to pleasing me with nothing in return. I expect you to serve me every morning from now on. You will get satisfied in a method of my choosing after tying you up and torturing you this afternoon. In the meantime, I want you to cook me breakfast."
Brenda said, sitting up.
Gene groaned as reality set in, "Yes my Goddess." Gene climbed out of bed, and started to pull on his clothes.
"No, I want you naked while you work." Brenda commanded. "I want you accessible to me all day."
Brenda's words sent a hot flush through Gene, who couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and vulnerability. He hesitated, but didn't want to disappoint his wife, so he stripped once more. Naked, he padded towards the kitchen.
Gene worked on breakfast with a mixture of arousal and awkwardness -- it felt strange to be so exposed in their own kitchen, especially while cooking something as mundane as eggs and bacon. The more he tried to ignore his discomfort, the more he noticed every sensation heightened.
Each sizzle of bacon, every crack of eggshells, even the gentle scrapes of his knife against the cutting board seemed to surge through him, bringing his focus back to the fact that he stood there stark naked.
All the while, he could hear the soft sounds of Brenda talking with Ava on the phone. He could capture snippets of their conversation. "Yes, I had him please me this morning and now he's making me breakfast." "No, I didn't allow him an orgasm and he's still hard bobbing around the kitchen." "I absolutely love it."
Brenda called out with a sultry laugh, "I know, right? He just did me, and now he's slaving away for me, like the good little cuckold he is." Ava's laughter filled the air, and Gene's face began to burn. It was quite a strange feeling, yet oddly arousing to be talked about in such a way.
In the midst of his growing excitement, Gene finished cooking and carefully placed the tray onto the bed, ensuring it wouldn't spill.
Brenda was now perched on her pillows, expectantly waiting. He gently set the tray onto her lap, and she pulled it towards her as she sat up to devour the food he had prepared for her.
Taking it all in, Gene stood at the foot of the bed, nude, feeling alternatingly vulnerable and powerful. The way Brenda looked at him—those hungry, curious eyes glancing between him and her breakfast—awakened a desire he had never experienced before. He ached to be used as she saw fit.
The desire to submit to her every whim was an all-consuming need. The way she controlled him, dominated him with confidence and sexual grace, was unlike anything Gene had experienced before. He just wanted to please, to offer his own body as a canvas for her pleasure.
As Brenda dined on eggs and bacon, she motioned for Gene to come closer. Her fingertips traced the edge of the tray, leaving a trail of syrup on the porcelain, as she beckoned him nearer. "You may massage my feet while I eat." Brenda commanded.
Gene crawled closer, feeling a thrill of humiliation and arousal as he drew closer to her delicious feet. She wiggled her toes, which were freshly painted with shiny polish. He knelt and began to massage the arch of one foot. "Just like that, Gene." Brenda sighed, her enjoyment palpable.
Her soft voice flowed over Gene like water. His fingers pressed firmly into the pad of her foot, kneading hungrily and massaging the tension away from her soles. "That's right," said Brenda. "If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you hump my feet to orgasm after our session today. Would you like that cucky"
Brenda asked, the grin on her face sinister and seductive.
Gene shuddered at the thought while a mix of humiliation and excitement washed over him. He knew he would do whatever it took to please his wife.
The sun had risen higher in the sky as Gene finished massaging Brenda's delicate feet, and her plate was empty. She was satisfied.
"As promised Gene, now it's time for you to serve me in another way." Brenda announced as she stood from the bed. "Let's get you tied up for a little fun" she said as she led him naked into their living room to the tall white columns separating it from the dining room.
The cuffs still hung from them by the straps they had installed waiting to contain her husband. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks as she eagerly guided him into position and buckled the cuffs around each wrist spreading his arms wide as he stood naked between the columns.
Gene trembled slightly. The anticipation and fear combined was overwhelming. But he loved this intensely physical and psychological thrill she gave him. .With the ropes stretched tight from the columns above he resembled some erotic test subject in a science lab . Gene's heart raced as his wife approached him with a satisfied grin. “I bought a new toy today that I want to try out" she whispered in his ear as her nipples grazed his chest. "It's going to be so much fun."
Gene stood there locked in place, wondering what was coming, as Brenda walked back into the bedroom. She emerged a moment later, wearing an evil smile, and holding a long hard bar with cuffs at each end. In the center, perpendicular to the bar, was another steel pole with an adjustable screw, and a large black dildo mounted on the end of the pole.
"This is called a spreader bar, and it has an added feature that impales you. I'm going to pin you in place while I play." Brenda giggled excitedly.
"Spread your legs, Gene. I want to see how wide I can get you."
Gene obeyed his wife, staring unblinkingly at the spreader bar in her hand. His heart hammered against his ribcage as she moved it into position, bending slightly to thread the cuffs around each ankle, giving him just enough slack to maintain his balance. Her long curly hair tickled his cock as she knelt securing the ankle cuffs and his dick throbbed in anticipation.
She clicked the cuffs locked, and Gene felt hopelessly secured as he attempted to squeeze his legs together to no avail. Brenda then squirted some lube on the dildo, loosened the set screw on the pole and slid it up until it was just touching his spread and vulnerable asshole.
Her eyes drifted up to his face, watching him closely for any signs of fear. "Doing okay, Gene?" she asked, licking her lips as she reached a hand down to gently squeeze his balls.
Gene winced at the sensation, but was lost in the depths of his wife's gaze. "Yes, Brenda," he murmured submissively, trying to relax his body in preparation for the impending intrusion on his vulnerable hole.
With a grin, Brenda began to twist the set screw until she heard Gene's breath catch.
The black dildo pressed harder into Gene's tight hole, and a mix of pain and pleasure coursed through his veins. Gritting his teeth, he refused to look away from her.
"Remember your safe words, Gene," Brenda whispered sensuously. "Don't be afraid to use them."
Gene nodded, almost unable to speak. His breaths came harsh and labored, as the dildo gradually breached his entrance, filling him completely. When it was fully inserted, she tightened the set screw and stepped back to admire her work. Her husband was completely spreadeagled in front of her, naked and vulnerable, impaled on the pole extending up from the spreader bar between his legs and into his asshole. He was totally at her mercy and any attempt at movement would essentially cause him to fuck himself. This was going to be so fun!
Brenda smirked and reached out to teasingly trail her long fingernails down her husband's exposed chest as excitement gripped her. Gene shivered deliciously under her touch, his erection growing even more insistent, while his eyes were locked on hers with an expression of anticipation and vulnerability.
Approaching the coffee table, Brenda grabbed a pair of nipple clamps with a chain connecting them.
She placed one on Gene's left nipple and pulled it tight, securing the clamp in place with a small screw. Gene sucked air in between clenched teeth while a mix of pain and pleasure shot through his body.
"Does that hurt, Gene?" Brenda asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement and amusement.
"Yes, Brenda," he replied, sweat beading on his forehead. "But I like it."
Satisfied with her work, Brenda secured the other clamp and gently tugged on the chain producing a wave of pain. Gene twisted to avoid it and the dildo slid deeper up his ass as he did reminding him of his vulnerability.
Brenda chuckled and stepped close to him, running her fingernails lightly up and down his body sending shivers of pleasure through him. All the while, he could feel the intense pain in his nipples radiating outward.
He gritted his teeth as his wife gave him a wicked smile, stepping closer to tease him further.
Feeling a hand unfasten the belt of her robe, Gene turned his head, revealing her stunning curves showcased beneath the silky fabric. With every sumptuous curve, Gene's insatiable desires escalated, his dick pulsing with demands.
"Goddamn, Brenda, you look incredible." he groaned.
"I want you so bad, Brenda."
She purred seductively, her finger tracing the edge of his swollen cock. "Have you forgotten who's in charge here, Gene?" She gripped him tightly, and began to stroke him slowly, her thumb grazing the underside of his sensitive head. "I'm just getting started."
Brenda moved even closer, their bodies now barely inches apart, and Gene's dick twitched anxiously. The warmth of her breath against his face made him dizzy with need.
He craved her touch, but her firm hold and sinister smile held a promise of torture.
Gene's breath hitched. "Please, Brenda. I beg you—let me pleasure you, my Queen."
Her ruby-red lips curled into a devious smile, then lowered her head to capture his straining cock between her lips. Pleasure exploded over Gene in a tidal wave of ecstasy.
Brenda's mouth descended upon Gene's cock, warm and slick as she lavished attention upon him, teasing the sensitive tip with her knowing tongue.
He groaned and gritted his teeth as the intimate pleasure unfolded, guessing she was merely warming him up before her real intentions surfaced.
Satisfied she had him teetering on the edge of desire, Brenda stopped and stood up again leaving him gasping with need. She walked back to the coffee table and picked up her riding crop.
Gene's eyes widened in trepidation, but his body tensed with eager anticipation.
Brenda took a step toward him, snapping the tip of the riding crop menacingly.
"I'm glad you seem to be enjoying yourself, Gene. I promise you, this is just the beginning." she taunted malevolently.
Brenda trailed the riding crop teasingly along the curve of his ass, and Gene shuddered at each gentle caress.
The mixture of pleasure and trepidation had his heart hammering in his chest.
"You have such a beautiful body," she crooned, her hand gliding up his arm to tangle with the ropes overhead. "It looks so good restrained like this."
Her appreciation ignited a spark of arousal within Gene. He twisted slightly toward her, craving more of her touch. Brenda responded with a knowing smile and let the tip of the crop dance up the small of his back.
"You wish," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Now, open your legs a bit wider for me."
Gene complied, and Brenda resumed her teasing strokes along the curves of his buttocks and inner thighs. The anticipation was agonizing; Gene could barely stand it. "Please, Brenda," he begged. "Please, baby, don't do this to me."
But Brenda was in command, and she made sure to draw out his torment as much as possible.
She flicked the tip of the riding crop against his inner thigh, the gentle smarting sensation only intensifying his anticipation. He tensed, but she didn't use full force—not yet.
"Brenda," Gene pleaded—how much more would he have to beg?
Finally, she trailed the crop over the quivering flesh of his ass. "Spread your cheeks for me," she demanded.
His hands were tied, and he was unable to move.
The spreader bar between his legs pushed them apart as the dildo violated his ass mercilessly. Brenda wielded her riding crop, the sound of it swishing against his chest echoing upon each strike. The absurdity of it all sent Gene struggling, but he was bound too securely, teetering on the brink of orgasmic insanity.
She leaned down and dangled the crop just centimeters from Gene's balls, laughing devilishly. "I just love the way your cock and balls are dangling here for my amusement."
Brenda's wicked smirk grew as she wiggled the riding crop just centimeters from Gene's sack, laughing.
With agonizing slowness, she tapped the tip of the riding crop gently against his balls, and Gene tensed, reacting with a hiss as the sensation escalated. When the next swat came, it landed just a little harder against his taint. Gentle waves of stinging heat radiated out from the impact point.
Despite the discomfort, the warmth of Brenda's body against his, and the feel of her taut stomach pressed into his side kept him grounded. He knew that surrendering to the strange bouquet of pain and pleasure would bring them closer together.
Brenda continued to tap the sensitive skin around Gene's balls gently with the riding crop. "You seem to enjoy being my sex slave, Gene. I knew you would." She trailed the crop up his chest, fluttering the tip of it between his spread nipples.
"Say it, Gene.
Admit you love this," Brenda whispered. Her red hair cascaded across her shoulders, tickling his bare chest. Those full, dark eyes locked with his, demanding compliance from her tied-up husband.
A choked groan rumbled in Gene's chest as the riding crop traced the curve of his pecs. "Yes, Brenda, I do love it. I crave your dominance, your control."
Brenda's lips parted in a sinful smile, and she threw the riding crop away.
She stepped closer, tracing the edge of the various whip marks on Gene's skin before leaning in to plant soft, murmured whispers against his battered flesh. "Do you really love this, Gene?"
Gene blinked, stunned by the deliberate confusion she had caused in him until just then. He stood helpless, tied to posts at his wrists, legs spread wide, and the thick silicone dildo pushing up his ass.
Brenda looked him in the eye as she slid her hand around his balls cupping them. Pleasure swept through Gene's body, but it was short lived as she tightened her grip around his sensitive balls.
He groaned and begged for her to stop, but it seemed to just excite her more. She squeezed harder continuing to look in his eyes. "This belongs to me, Gene. I can do whatever I want to it."
Brenda sneered playfully.
Gene's eyes silently pleaded with her to let go. He was captivated by the sight of Brenda still standing so cose to him, her gorgeous body untouched and ready to in total control as she wanted.
Taking one last squeeze, Brenda went back to the coffee table and returned with a familiar metal electrode which she strapped to his leg. She switched on the power and picked up the pinwheel, turning to look at him with an evil grin.
As she traced the wheel slowly along his inner thigh, Gene tensed at the sensation of thousands of tiny needles prickling against him.
"Fuck, Brenda," he moaned, "that feels so good, but in such a fucked-up way."
Brenda chuckled and continued her sinful teasing, turning the wheel to roll over one of his thighs, then the other, causing him to writhe in his restraints.
Her eyes were filled with lust and desire as she reached between his spread legs, taking hold of his quivering cock.
With a slow, deep stroke, she teased the swelling head, causing Gene to groan and thrust his hips forward for more.
"Beg, Gene, beg me to milk your cock like the needy little cuckold you are," Brenda hissed.
"Please, Brenda," he said, panting heavily. "Make me come; let me experience the pleasure your touch promises."
Brenda smirked and pulled on his balls with just enough force to make his body jerk.
"Not yet, cucky. I'll only let you come when I'm good and ready." She said as she turned up the power. She again traced the inside of his thigh and this time it felt like a knife was slicing his skin. Gene shrieked and bucked forcing the big dildo up his impaled ass as he squirmed.
His eyes watered, and he nearly choked on his pleas for her to stop. She ignored his cries, instead increasing the intensity of the electrodes as she continued the tormenting graze of the pinwheel across his heaving thighs.
"Brenda, no! I beg you, please!" he cried out.
Undeterred, Brenda tugged harder on his captive balls. She ground the pinwheel over an extra-sensitive patch, and Gene bucked again, feeling the dildo spread his ass. "This is so fun! Brenda giggled as she worked her way towards his exposed cock and balls.
With each circle of the pinwheel, a wave of agony-laced pleasure overtook Gene, causing him to jerk and tremble helplessly. The painful mix of pleasure intensified any sexual sensation, sending sinful shiver down his spine.
Brenda held the pinwheel right in front the head of his dick and looked him in the eye with an evil grin.
"Get ready, cucky, because this is gonna hurt like fucking hell," Brenda said in a sneering voice.
Gene swallowed, knowing he had been playing with fire and now it was time to pay fully fully for his transgressions. The pinwheel touched his straining cock, and Gene jerked violently at the shock shoving the dildo in and out of his ass.
Brenda laughed and continued her assault on his sensitive gentals. She methodically dragged the pinwheel from the tip of his cock down to his balls, repeating the torture.
With each pass, Gene howled and begged her to stop, but Brenda wouldn't relent. She continued for what felt like an eternity until finally, Gene's cries simmered down from desperate pleas to hoarse gasps for breath.
Brenda seemed pleased by the effect she had had on Gene, and she tossed the pinwheel aside. Stepping forward, she cradled his balls in one hand and wrapped her other around his cock. Gene whimpered but began to stiffen again, entranced by Brenda's every move.
The way she gripped him, casually teasing his pulsating need, sent a fresh wave of eagerness surging through him.
"Who owns this cock, Gene?" Brenda asked firmly, relentless in her efforts to make him submit completely to her will. Pinned against the column, naked and helpless, he could feel every inch of her—each breath, each subtle movement.
Gene's voice trembled. "You do, Brenda."
A slow smile spread across Brenda's lips, and a sinister glint glinted in her eyes.
"That's right, Gene," she purred. "You belong to me, your orgasms belong to me as well and you're dependent on me for your pleasure."
Brenda cooed, holding his cock in a firm grip and massaging the sensitive swollen head between her fingers. "You don't control when you come, Gene. I do."
Gene's body trembled as every cell seemed to scream with need. It was true. She had him completely under her control—body, mind, and soul. With just a twitch of her fingers, or a wicked look in her eye, she could reduce him to groveling for even the slightest release of tension.
As if on cue, Brenda began to pump his cock with long, languid strokes, gently twisting each time she reached the top.
Gene writhed with every movement; he could feel the sweet release bubbling in his core.
"Hold still, Gene," Brenda growled as she increased her pace. Her nimble fingers danced across his length with teasing speed. "I want to play with you."
Her mouth lowered onto his engorged shaft, her tongue working magic as she teased the throbbing head.
Brenda sucked and licked, her lips tightening around him, her jaw stretching wide as she crammed his entire length into her hungry mouth. Each swallow sent a ripple of delight thrumming through Gene, his pleasure mounting, his control slipping away.
The tender flesh of his balls, already tingling from the pinwheel's earlier torment, tightened nearly to the point of pain as she continued to torture his sensitive sack with her nimble fingers.
The dildo on it's hard steel bar violating his ass, probed his prostate as the silky smoothness of her lips teased up and down his swollen cock.
Unable to move, trapped as he was between two columns and subjected to the dual pleasure and pain, Gene quivered in delight, his cock growing ever larger and harder in her mouth, only to be further inflamed by the constant friction against his anal opening and the ongoing prostate stimulation.
The plantation style home was filled with an intoxicating aroma of incense and sex—the essence of their primal animalistic desires mixing with burning sage and exotic spices. The walls seemed to pulse with a deep crimson light emanating from the flickering candles scattered across the room.
Gene felt his balls tighten as he did his best to hold his orgasm until he received permission.
He could feel his pleasure climbing higher and higher with each tilt of Brenda's head along his swollen member. The dildo, lodged deep in his ass, seemed to throb with his pleasure, stirring an even more primal need within him.
"Yeah, Gene. You feel good," Brenda whispered with a devilish grin. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock like a lost soul searching for salvation, and a shuddering moan escaped his lips.
Brenda's lips were slick with saliva and they moved expertly over his cock, drawing each droplet of moisture from his already hyper-sensitive tip.
Sweat glistened on her brow as she took him deeper into her willing mouth, eliciting another guttural growl from Gene.
His hands clenched and unclenched as he surrendered control, his hands clutching at the columns beside him as he attempted to move his hips deeper into her mouth while impaled.
Brenda lapped at the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock with her tongue and moaned as she felt his cock jumping and spasming with ecstasy. She reached around and used her teeth to graze the swollen and pulsing balls, bringing fresh tears of love to Gene's eyes.
Brenda eased up from his cock, leaving it glistening and wet, red marks pooling around the base and disappearing with one of her typically smug smirks.
Leaning over the pool of their shared fluids, she whispered into his ear, "You're a little dirty boy, aren't you?"
Gene grunted, knowing exactly how dirty he could be. But in this moment, he welcomed the label with pride. "I am, Brenda. And you seem to like it."
Her laughter was musical in the room, bouncing off the craftsman woodwork and the columns.
Gene's skin was alive with the memory of her touch, desire coursed through him, and he pulled at his restraints. Brenda took his cock gently in her hand with just her forefinger and thumb wrapped loosely around it's girth and slowly slid her hand up and down as Gene writhed against his restraints.
Brenda tilted her head back with a grin. "Beg for your orgasm little cuckold." She said leaning into him has he frantically tried to hump her hand.
"Beg for it, cucky. Beg for your release."
"Please Goddess" Gene begged. "Please let me cum."
"You know, you're going to have to suck up your sperm if I allow you to orgasm, don't you? Brenda said teasingly. "Cuckolds always swallow their own cum."
Brenda's voice was dripping with amusement as she continued to tease her bound husband.
"Yes Goddess, I'll swallow all my cum, whatever you want, just please allow me an orgasm. Gene begged.
Brenda laughed softly. "This is the way cuckolds cum. While you're humping my hand, begging for an orgasm, I want you to know that Ryan will be coming over to fuck me tonight in front of you. He will get to use my pussy as he wants while you have to pathetically beg just to swallow your own cum.
Now beg harder."
Gene squirmed against his restraints, his body trembling with need. He had never been so desperate to feel the familiar sensation of his own climax, but he knew this was just part of their new dynamic. I'm begging you, please let me cum," Gene whimpered desperately, tears streaming down his face.
With a wicked grin, Brenda tightened her grip around his straining cock, her thumb rubbing the sensitive tip, eliciting a broken moan from him.
Gene's hips bucked wildly, forcing more of his cock into her hand, begging for release as the dildo impaling his ass slid in and out with his movements.
"Look at you, so desperate for my touch. I could leave you like this all night," Brenda cooed wickedly as she watched the uncontrollable need play out across her husband's flushed face.
"Tell me that you don't deserve my pussy and how grateful you are just for the chance to hump my hand."
Brenda demanded.
"Goddammit, Brenda, I- I- I don't deserve your sexy body," Gene realizes with shame creeping over him. "Thank you so much for letting me beg and worship your delicious scent." His voice creaked painfully as he came to terms with his new role.
"Good boy," gushed Brenda, her eyes gleaming with praise and satisfaction. "You may cum now."
Gene bucked against her hand while restrained and impaled. He was filled with shame and desire, knowing how ridiculous he looked and how dependent he was on her. He thought about Ryan being able to fuck his wife while he was reduced to this pathetic, begging husk of a man. His humiliation was complete as he rapidly surged toward an orgasm.
The sweet sweet release beginning to pulse through him as Brenda held her hand in place effortlessly without moving and keeping her touch light, making him do all the work for his orgasm while looking him in the eye in amusement and started laughing at him.
Her insulting laughter was the final trigger and he exploded violently, his cum spurting all over the hardwood floor as he bucked against the dildo impaling his ass.
His body quaked and juddered as waves of pure ecstasy washed over him, his transcendent orgasm sweeping him away into a blissful almost out of body experience.
"Yes… oh, yes, Brenda!" Gene cried out into the silence of their living room. The shame of his desire and need being fully exposed hung over him as he realized how much their relationship changed in such a short time. His body sagged against his restraints as he hung there in a combination of bliss and shame, the dildo now painfully still inside of him.
Brenda, seeing his release, was satisfied with how she had furthered her hold and control over him. She gently caressed his body and leaned in to kiss him gently as he hung there. She knew it was time to let him free and she knelt down and released his ankles first and pulled the impaler out of his ass.
He groaned but remained silent as she unhooked his wrists.
Freeing herself from the tethers and shedding her silk robe, Brenda turned to Gene, whose legs had given out from under the sheer force of his orgasm. He lay there on their hardwood floor, panting heavily like a rabid dog after an exhilarating chase.
"Look at me, Gene," Brenda commanded huskily.
His eyes slowly met hers, and the two shared a lingering, intimate gaze.
"Now clean your mess of the floor. Lick up all that jizz like a dog. Swallow every last drop, then clean up all this stuff and put it away. When you're finished, come get in bed and we'll cuddle for a while."
Her lips quirked into an almost teasing smile, one Gene was intimately familiar with.
He knew he'd thoroughly enjoyed being her sex slave for the afternoon and welcomed the loving embrace of her warm body. He stood up stretching his stiff limbs and Brenda helped to support him. He then did as she asked, cleaning all the equipment, taking down the restraints and putting everything away where it belonged. Then they snuggled down in bed together with Brenda spooning him from behind as he lay in a fetal position absorbing the consequences of his new role.
Gene sighed and marveled at this hot exotic goddess who dominated him with grace and love.
He had never been so enamored by a woman and thoroughly enjoyed each moment of pain and pleasure. He would've done anything for Brenda. She deserved to have other lovers that could please her in ways he could not and he would willingly allow her to use him in any way that gave her satisfaction.
Now lying next to her with her naked body pressed against his own, Gene began running his fingers over her toned stomach and trace a pattern across her ribcage until tickling the heavy mounds of her breasts.
"Oh, I've got Ryan coming over this afternoon, but I'm sure you'll have more clean up duties after he's finished with me." She teased laughingly.
Gene sighed in contentment as they laid together drifting gently off to sleep.