Chapter 1: Introduction
The house was quiet when Lewis walked in, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway the only sound breaking the silence. He loosened his tie, the silk chafing against his neck, a reminder of the day's frustrations. The scent of fresh paint and the faint hum of the air conditioner greeted him as he stepped into the living room. His eyes immediately found Paula, sprawled on the couch, her long legs bare, a thong the only thing covering her ass. Her phone lay forgotten on her stomach, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Paula," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it echoed in the silent room.
She didn't open her eyes, didn't move a muscle. "What are you doing?" he asked, his frustration evident in his tone.
She finally opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. "I'm waiting for you to lick my ass," she said, her voice as casual as if she was asking him to pass the salt.
Lewis hesitated, his eyes flicking to the door, then back to her. "Paula, we can't... not here. Not like that."
She chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Why not? Because Dominic came over this afternoon and made me serve him for hours?
I'm fucking horny, Lewis. I need some relief, and you're going to give it to me."
Lewis's eyes widened at the mention of Dominic, their neighbor, a man he knew was a regular visitor to their house, but he never asked about the nature of their relationship. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Paula, please," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.
She sat up, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. "Please what, Lewis? Please don't make you lick my ass? Please don't make you taste another man's cum on my hole?
Is that what you're asking for? Because I can tell you right now, Lewis, that's exactly what you're going to do. You're going to lick my ass, you're going to taste Dominic's cum, and you're going to love every fucking second of it."
Lewis's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn't, knew he shouldn't give in to her demands, but his body betrayed him. He was already hard, his cock straining against his chastity cage, aching for release. He knew he wouldn't get any tonight, not from her, not from anyone. His cock was locked away, a constant reminder of his place in their relationship.
He knelt down in front of her, his eyes level with her ass. He could see the glistening trail of cum that had leaked out, a testament to Dominic's earlier visit. He took a deep breath, the scent of sex and sweat filling his nostrils.
"Go on, Lewis," she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. "Get a good look at what you can't have. At what another man has already had."
He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He leaned in, his tongue snaking out to taste her. The flavor of cum and her own musk exploded in his mouth, a bitter, salty taste that made his stomach churn.
But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He was under her spell, her dominance over him absolute. He licked again, his tongue delving deeper, tasting more of Dominic's load, feeling it coat his tongue, slide down his throat.
"Fuck, Lewis, you're a natural," Paula laughed, her voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to see you licking my pussy, tasting my cum, my juices. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Lewis moaned, the sound muffled against her ass. He could feel his cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum into his boxers.
He wanted to touch himself, to relieve the pressure building inside him, but he knew better than to ask for permission. He was only allowed to come when Paula said so, and she hadn't given him the green light in years.
Paula seemed to read his mind, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You want to touch yourself, don't you, Lewis? You want to stroke that pathetic little cock of yours until you come all over the floor?"
Lewis whimpered, his face still buried in her ass. "Yes, Mistress," he mumbled, using the title she insisted on when they were in their 'scene'.
She laughed, a harsh sound that sent shivers down his spine.
"You wish, Lewis. You know the rules. You only come when I say so, and right now, I don't want you to come at all. I want you to suffer, to ache for release. I want you to feel every fucking second of your frustration."
Lewis groaned, his cock throbbing painfully at her words. He knew she was right, knew that he was at her mercy. He could feel the metal of his chastity device pressing against his cock, a constant reminder of his place in their relationship.
Paula stood up, her movements graceful, predatory. She walked over to the side table, her hips swaying with each step.
She picked up a small bottle of lube, her eyes never leaving Lewis's face. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue," she commanded, her voice as cold as ice. "I want you to eat me out like a good little slut."
Lewis's breath hitched, his eyes widening at her words. He knew what she wanted, knew what she expected from him. He spread her legs, his hands trembling as he did so. He could see her pussy, glistening with her juices, her clit swollen and hard.
She was sweet, her juices coating his tongue, her scent filling his nostrils. He licked her, his tongue delving deep into her folds, tasting her, tasting himself on her, a mix of their scents, their tastes.
Paula moaned, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. "Fuck, Lewis, that's it. Eat me out like a good little slut. Show me what you can do."
He moaned in response, his tongue working faster, his nose pressing against her clit, his lips sucking on her folds.
He could feel her body trembling, her juices flowing freely, coating his face, his tongue. He was lost in her scent, her taste, his own desire building to a fever pitch. He wanted to come, wanted to explode, but he knew better than to ask. He was here to serve, to please, to be used.
Paula's grip on his hair tightened, her hips bucking against his face. You're so good at this. I can feel you, can feel your tongue, your lips.
You're so fucking good at this, Lewis. I can feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around nothing, wanting to be filled, wanting to be fucked. But I won't let you fuck me, not with that pathetic little cock of yours. You'll have to earn that privilege, and right now, you're not even close.
I push your face harder against my pussy, grinding my hips, riding your face. You moan, the sound muffled against my flesh, your tongue never stopping, never slowing down. You're a good little slut, aren't you, Lewis? You love eating my pussy, love tasting my cum, my juices.
You're so fucking hard, aren't you, Lewis? You're aching for release, but you won't get it, not from me. I can see your cock straining against your pants, can see the wet spot growing bigger and bigger. You're leaking, Lewis. You're leaking pre-cum like a fucking fountain.
I push you away, my body still trembling from my orgasm. I look down at you, your face glistening with my juices, your eyes filled with lust and frustration. "Get up," I command, my voice cold. "Get up and strip for me.
I want to see that pathetic little cock of yours, want to see how hard you are for me."
Lewis hesitates, his eyes flicking to the door, then back to her. He knows he should refuse, knows he should stand up for himself, but he can't. He's too far gone, too lost in her spell.
He stands up, his hands trembling as he unbuttons his shirt, his tie already discarded on the floor. He pulls it off, his eyes never leaving hers. He can see the hunger in her eyes, the lust, the desire. It's intoxicating, a drug he can't resist.
He unbuckles his belt, the sound echoing in the silent room.
He pulls it off, letting it drop to the floor. He unzips his pants, his hands shaking as he does so. He pushes them down, along with his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and leaking.
Paula licks her lips, her eyes locked on his cock. "Fuck, Lewis, look at you. You're so fucking hard, so fucking desperate. It's pathetic, really."
Lewis's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but his cock doesn't soften. If anything, it throbs harder at her words, at the disdain in her voice.
She walks over to him, her hips swaying, her eyes never leaving his cock.
She reaches out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her fingers barely meeting as she strokes him. "Look at you," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "You're so fucking hard for me, aren't you? You want me to touch you, don't you? You want me to stroke your cock until you come all over my hand."
Lewis moans, his hips jerking forward as she strokes him. He can feel the heat of her hand, the softness of her skin against his cock. It's intoxicating, a sensation he's been denied for so long. He's been in chastity for months, his cock locked away, his desires denied.
I think it is time that you get some pleasure. Do you want to fuck me? Lewis says yes, eager for release. Go get my dildo she says, lewis heart sinks.
He knows what she wants, knows what she expects from him. He walks over to the bedroom, his cock still hard and aching for release. He opens the drawer where she keeps her toys, his eyes scanning the collection of dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. He picks out the biggest one, a black dildo with a wide base and a thick shaft. He knows she likes it when he fucks her with it, likes the feeling of being filled, of being used.
He walks back into the living room, his heart pounding in his chest. Paula is sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with her juices.
She's wearing nothing but a black thong, her breasts heaving with each breath she takes. She looks up at Lewis, her eyes filled with lust and desire.
"Come here," she commands, her voice low and sultry. "I want you to fuck me with that dildo."
Lewis hesitates for a moment, his eyes flicking to the door, then back to her.
He walks over to her, the dildo still in his hand. He can feel his cock throbbing, aching for release, but he knows better than to ask.
He's here to serve, to please, to be used. He kneels down in front of her, his eyes locked on her pussy. He can see her clit, swollen and hard, her folds glistening with her juices. He leans in, his tongue snaking out to taste her.
"Fuck, Lewis," she moans, her hands gripping his hair. "That's it. Lick my pussy like a good little slut.
He licks her again, his tongue delving deep into her folds, tasting her, tasting himself on her. He can feel her body trembling, her juices flowing freely, coating his tongue.
He's lost in her scent, her taste, his own desire building to a fever pitch. He wants to come, wants to explode, but he knows better than to ask. He's here to serve, to please, to be used.
Paula's grip on his hair tightens, her hips bucking against his face. "Fuck, Lewis," she moans, her voice thick with lust.
He moans in response, his tongue working faster, his nose pressing against her clit, his lips sucking on her folds.
He can feel her body trembling, her juices flowing freely, coating his face, his tongue. He's lost in her scent, her taste, his own desire building to a fever pitch.
"Fuck, Lewis," she pants, her grip on his hair tightening. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come all over your face."
He moans again, the sound muffled against her flesh, his tongue never stopping, never slowing down. He wants to taste her, wants to feel her come on his tongue, wants to swallow every drop of her juices.
She grinds her hips against his face, her body tensing as her orgasm washes over her.
Lewis can feel her pussy clenching, her juices flowing freely, coating his face, his tongue. He laps it up, greedy for her taste, wanting to swallow every drop.
"Fuck, Lewis," she pants, her grip on his hair loosening as her body goes limp. "That was... fucking amazing."
Lewis looks up at her, his face glistening with her juices, his cock still hard and aching for release. He can see the satisfied look on her face, the slight flush of her cheeks, and it makes him want her even more.
"Please," he begs, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please, Mistress, let me fuck you.
Please," Lewis pleads, his voice thick with desperation.
Paula looks down at him, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You want to fuck me, Lewis? You want to feel my pussy wrapped around your cock?"
Lewis nods eagerly, his cock throbbing painfully at the thought. "Yes, Mistress. Please."
She chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down his spine. "You know the rules, Lewis. You only get to come when I say so. And right now, I don't want you to come at all. I want you to suffer, to ache for release."
Lewis's breath hitches, his heart pounding in his chest.
Paula then stops. She is tired, lewis you will have to do the housework and chores tonight. I am exhasuted, i have cum 9 times today. Can you imagine how that feels?
Nine times today? I can barely move. But you can do the dishes and clean the kitchen. I'll be in the bedroom. And don't forget to take out the trash.
Lewis nods, his eyes flicking to the door, then back to her.
He stands up, his cock still hard and aching for release. He walks over to the kitchen, his steps heavy with frustration.
He starts to wash the dishes, his hands shaking as he turns on the faucet.