Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next morning lewis woke first. Frustrated and horny he had spent the night fantasising about what it would be like to fuck paula again. Will you make me breakfast in bed says paula.
Yes my dear
Oh and i think you should wear my thong while you do it. The one i got fucked in yesterday.
I want you to wear it while you make me breakfast. Lewis hesitated, his eyes widening at the thought of wearing her thong. "Paula, that's... that's not necessary," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, but it is, Lewis. It's necessary for me to enjoy my breakfast. Now hurry up and put it on before I change my mind." Lewis knew better than to argue. He walked over to her dresser, his heart pounding in his chest. He picked up the black lace thong, the fabric still damp from her juices.
He could smell her scent, a musky, sweet aroma that made his cock throb painfully in its cage. He stepped into the thong, pulling it up over his legs, his cock straining against the fabric, the metal of his chastity device pressing against his skin.
He walked back into the bedroom, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Paula was already sitting up in bed, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched him approach. "Turn around," she commanded, her voice cold and demanding.
Lewis hesitated, then turned around, his eyes scanning the room, anywhere but at her.
He could feel her gaze on him, burning into his skin, making him acutely aware of every inch of his body.
"Bend over," she ordered, her voice laced with amusement. "Let me get a good look at that pathetic little cock of yours in my thong."
Lewis's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he did as he was told, bending at the waist, his hands gripping the footboard of the bed. He could feel the cool air against his ass, the thin fabric of the thong doing little to cover him.
"Fuck, Lewis," Paula laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "You look ridiculous. And fucking hot.
I can see your cock straining against the fabric, the metal of your chastity device pressing against your skin. I can see the wet spot growing bigger and bigger on the thong. You're fucking leaking like a fucking fountain.
Paula's voice was thick with lust, her eyes locked on Lewis's ass, on the wet spot growing bigger and bigger on her thong. She could see the outline of his cock, hard and aching for release, the metal of his chastity device pressing against his skin.
Lewis moaned, his grip tightening on the footboard of the bed. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls aching for release.
He knew he shouldn't be getting hard in this situation, knew he shouldn't be enjoying this humiliation, but he couldn't help it. The sight of Paula's naked body, the feel of her thong against his skin, the scent of her arousal all conspired to make him hard as a rock.
Paula chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Look at you," she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. You love being humiliated like this, don't you?"
Lewis moaned in response, his face flushed with embarrassment and desire.
The humiliation was too much. Lewis came in his pants. The orgasm was frustrating and unsatisfying. Paula begins to laugh.
"Oh, Lewis, you're pathetic. You couldn't even last a minute in my thong. Look at you, you've made a mess of yourself and you cute little panties." She gestures to the wet spot in the front of his thong, a mocking smile on her face.
Lewis's face is beet red with embarrassment and frustration. He looks down at the mess he's made, then back up at Paula, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire.
"That will be your breakfast sorted. Eat the cum from my panties." And with that lewis removed the thong and began licking the wet patch. "Dont forget the back too, plenty of cum there for you even if it isnt yours. When you are done make me breakfast" Paula said with a smirk on her face.
Lewis hesitated for a moment before he began to lick the wet patch on the front of the thong. He could taste Paula's sweet juices mixed with his own cum. The taste was intoxicating and he found himself getting hard again despite the humiliation.
He licked the fabric, his tongue tracing the outline of his cock that had been trapped in the thong. He could feel the metal of his chastity device pressing against his skin, a constant reminder of his place in their relationship.
He turned the thong around and began to lick the back, his tongue tracing the wet spot that had formed there.
He could taste the mix of his cum, paulas pussy and ass but also dominics cum from yesterday.
The taste was overwhelming and he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He was licking another man's cum from his wife's panties, a man who had fucked her hard and filled her with his seed. The thought made his cock throb painfully in its cage.
"Good boy," Paula cooed, her voice laced with amusement and lust. "You're doing such a good job cleaning my panties. I can see your cock leaking again. You're such a filthy little slut, aren't you?" He could feel his cock throbbing, aching for release, but he knew better than to ask.
He had been denied for so long, and he knew that Paula enjoyed his suffering.
"Look at me," she ordered, her voice sharp. Lewis's eyes flicked up to hers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Now go make me breakfast you slut. And don't forget to wear my panties while you do it. Paula smirked as she watched Lewis scurry away, his face flushed with embarrassment and desire. She loved humiliating him like this, loved seeing him squirm under her control.
Lewis stumbled into the kitchen, his mind racing with thoughts of Paula's orders. He could still taste her cum on his tongue, still feel the wetness of her panties against his skin. He was hard as a rock, his cock aching for release, but he knew better than to ask.
He quickly set about making breakfast, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.
When lewis returned paula was on the phone. She gestured for him to give her the breakfast then pointed at her pussy. He knew what to do. He had to gently lick her pussy while she ate breakfast. This was especially humiliating as she didnt eant to cum she just wanted him frustrated. Her phone call continued.
Lewis could hear her laughter, her voice low and sultry as she spoke to whomever was on the other end. He could see her eyes flicking to him occasionally, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched him lick her pussy.
"Mmm, that's it, baby," she purred into the phone. "You know how much I love it when he does that to me. He's such a good little slut, aren't you, Lewis?"
Lewis moaned in response, his tongue flicking against her clit, his nose pressing against her folds. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her juices flowing freely, coating his tongue.
She laughed on the phone, recounting this mornings humiliation. "He's a pathetic little slut, isn't he? He can't even last a minute in my thong without coming like a little bitch." She chuckled, her eyes locked on Lewis's face, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.
Lewis moaned, his tongue flicking against her clit, his nose pressing against her folds. He was getting hard again, his cock aching for release, but he knew better than to ask.
Paula's phone call continued, her voice low and sultry as she spoke to whomever was on the other end.
Then the call was done.
Lewis come up here. Lewis stopped licking her pussy. We have been invited to the bdsm club. We have to get ready. We will be wesring marching outfits which judging by this morning you will love.
Lewis's face flushed at the thought of wearing another one of Paula's humiliating outfits. He knew better than to argue, though. He followed Paula up to their bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.
Paula walked over to her closet, pulling out two outfits. She tossed one at Lewis, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Put this on," she ordered, her voice cold and demanding.
Lewis caught the outfit, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of it. It was a maids outfit with matching lingerie.