The Snow Bear
The Snow Bear
As I’ve said before, don’t think I am some battered husband, too intimidated to stand up for himself. I’m not. I could stop all of these games in one conversation, but she and I both find it exciting. I would far rather have a kinky Dominatrix Wife than some Vanilla relationship. After a heavily bound face sitting, teasing and mild torture, a strapon fucking, and CBT handjob; No guy has ever said, “that was boring. I wonder what I missed on Television.”
Go to Goog, and search on “Snow Bear Candy”.
I don’t know why, but you can’t buy this candy in the US. It’s a very strong menthol candy. Unusually strong. I thought it was like an extra strength cough drop, but users tell me cough drops do not measure up. I’ve tried them. Is Menthol that different from eucalyptus? I really don’t know.
Snow Bear. Burning Cold Candies. Asian product available in Asia, not the USA.
Since we started playing with chastity; I am having a lot less sex. (Shocking!) My wife is having more and it is all oral or oral + vibrator. For me it is a Very Severe Dominatrix Session every Friday, plus the strapon every other Friday, plus whenever she feels like it. Really, if you went to a professional dominatrix in Las Vegas or San Francisco; and told her to really turn up the heat; that’s about my Friday. Undergoing physical pain just before getting a pegging, makes the pegging discomfort seem much less. Having my balls squeezed, and my ass paddled, makes the strapon better.
Ever since Her Big Friday (post from May 2024), my eyes have really opened up. People do anything you can name, and I know because bit by bit you walk into more and more extreme things. I once assumed that the more extreme things I saw in videos or captioned pics were 99% fantasy, and nobody really had a sex life like that. I was wrong. This week my wife said to me something straight out of a Femdom Caption, “You are so good now with your mouth, it’s all I need. And I can empty you out with my strapon dick and push all your mess out from the inside. There really is no reason to unlock your dick anymore.”
When it comes to oral pleasure for my wife, she is willing for me to go to any lengths to make it better for her. And Best Friend found something new. The Snow Bear.
Last Friday, I spent all day on yard work and homeowner things. Guy stuff. And I knew tonight was strapon night after two weeks of oral servitude. Time in chastity is time giving oral 8 or 10 times a week, and having my balls squeezed or being spanked daily. Some days very light, when I have been productive and on program.
In our current game, every other Friday is Strapon Day. Typically, she gets some oral, usually not to orgasm because she wants to still feel excited when she puts on her dick. Then fixes me to the spreader bars we keep in the master bedroom. Once I’m helpless, cuffed, face up it is time for CBT discipline. She will look in my daily appointments book. “Only lifting weights once this week? Only 3 times on the treadmill in 7 nights? You will have to be punished for being lazy.” That sort of thing.
She will spend 5 minutes or so squeezing or paddling my balls. Sitting on my chest, her beautiful round ass, curtained by her long hair, just out of reach. Then she will grip my balls in one hand, squeezed to the end of my sack, and scratch or squeeze or slap or use the little black leather paddle. The paddle is bad, but the fingernails turned in for squeezing is worse.
The punishment of my balls seems ten times more extreme if she has put on the blindfold and earphones. Sensory deprivation really focuses your mind on what you are feeling. “You have been lazy this week. And you ate my pussy too fast today! What is the hurry? Not enough kissing and licking before you suck me. You must take the time to do it right! We will have to punish your balls very hard. Very hard! Maybe better if you don’t watch.” And then giggly and smiley she kiss me, then put on the blindfold and cover my ears, and I feel her straddle me to go to work.
It needs to start with the cotton rope tied around my balls, to make them more vulnerable and easy to grab. Either the cotton rope n00se, or a thick silicone ring.
After my balls, a bit of the paddle. She will unclip one wrist to flip me over. Typically this will be 50 strokes with the small leather paddle or tawse, or… less than 20 with the heavy wooden fraternity paddle.
After CBT and paddle; the strapon. Her favorite form of sex. You may think women only do this to entertain and fulfill men’s fantasies, but that’s not so. Some women really love it and see fucking their victim / boyfriend / husband as the ultimate goal of Fm play. As she fucks you, and as you whimper and squirm and flinch and drip; she feels complete ownership. If she orgasms as well as the emotional ownership thing; she is going to want to do this often.
This is our new normal, for the last 6 weeks. A bit of testicle squeezing every day after her licking to ‘calm me down.’ A hard Dominatrix Adventure every Friday, and the strapon at least every other Friday. But that’s not a fixed schedule, and for no reason I got it twice this week. “Go get ready for bed. I’m fucking you tonight.”
Which brings me to the arrival of Snow Bear.
I don’t use names, as some readers will know. There is a woman I refer to as Best Friend. She is a nice looking Asian women, the same kind of Asian as my wife and same age. Both have long, long blue black hair, a pretty face and slim figure. The most noticeable difference is my wife’s largish fake breasts. When they are together people think they must be sisters. She has shown up in our sex life twice before, plus a few social occasions and a trip to the Korean Buffet.
Best Friend has no husband or boyfriend right now, and no one that gives her the thing she wants. What she wants is to be a Dominatrix, like my Wife. She wants lots and lots of oral service, and she wants to hurt the man who gives it to her so she can feel superior and free to be greedy. ‘Free To Be Greedy’ – I really think that’s the core of it. She probably thinks, “I’ll give you the fantasy, but then I own you for an hour or so. That’s the deal. Your mouth, your balls, your ass are my property and I expect obedience and I am going to enjoy hurting you.” She wants a guy to spend about an hour a day lapping at her asshole and pussy, and then submit to punishment with whip and paddle and dildo. And she is very clear that she wants any pegging she does to Hurt. A quote, “I just want to murder you with that thing.”
Best Friend went home to Asia to visit the family, and returned last week. She brought back some lingerie, which can be difficult for petite women to find. She also brought back 2 large bags of Snow Bear Candy. One of her sisters recommended them and explained their use.
Last Friday, I didn’t pick up the clue. My wife showered first. That’s unusual. She comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and tells me to go clean up. “Ok” says I.
When I come out she is still in her bathrobe. All the bondage stuff is laying on the bed: cuffs, spreader bars, a bit of chain and carabiner clips, the heavy paddle, the small leather paddle usually used on my balls, the tawse and her riding crop. The big black skiing headband we use as a blindfold, and of course; Her Royal Harness and the Rumbler.
She seems fussy and a bit hurried. I put on the cuffs and the little dog collars around my ankles. “Put your arms back” and she puts one spreader bar behind my elbows and clips my wrists to the little chain in front. It just takes a few seconds to clip my ankles to the other spreader bar, and I am helpless and immobile, kneeling next to the bed. She puts on the blindfold.
I hear her on her phone. She makes a brief call in Asian Speak and then kneels next to me. “This is a special day.” She explains. “We will try something new.” And I get a kiss or two as she pinches my nipples and pulls on my balls. Always, with her, pulling and squeezing the balls. Pulling is an interesting feeling, particularly bound and blindfolded. But she’s in a mood and very hard scratching and pinching my nipples.
I don’t have on the earphones, and I hear the alarm system beep that means the front door has been opened. A second later Best Friend comes in and I hear them talking in Asian Speak. I wait, blindfolded and cuffed for about 10 minutes and then they take off my blindfold.
They are all dressed up. Best Friend has on some bit of black mesh and spaghetti straps. The front panel of mesh covers her breasts and then narrows down to just a spaghetti string between her legs and up her ass crack. There is no back panel. Very pretty, matches the black hair nicely. My wife has on a black push up bra, and her high leather boots and a black mini skirt that is no more than 7 or 8 inches long. It covers nothing, really a thick belt.
I looked at my wife. Sometimes I’m just amazed by her. She has a lovely slim figure at 104 lbs, big fake tits that are too perfect to be natural, so large and smooth and warm with her amazing well defined dark nipples. Her ass is high and firm and her ass crack has gotten noticeably deeper and warmer as she does squats and other exercises, as a gift to me. She has skin the color of a peanut and big almond shaped eyes. Sometimes I look at her and think, “what did I ever do to deserve you?”
She almost never dressed up for me, until we started playing with chastity. Now sex for me is much less frequent, but more elaborate. Now she bothers with the restraints and dressing up. My balls feel uncomfortably full and heavy for days at a time, but the sense of adventure is real. The only sex always available to me is licking her, and I am free to ask for strapon but it’s her decision if I get it.
They are looking at me and chatting in Asian Speak from the far side of the big bed.
Everything looks so good. Best Friend, who is looking very, very nice in her little see thru black mesh trapezoid breaks into English, “Who do you think should go first?”
“I’m not 100% sure what we are talking about.” I said.
Best Friend says to my wife, “Can I? You get it all the time. I’ll go first.”
“You go. And can use this to help” and she hands her friend her riding crop and goes off to pour some drinks.
Best Friend walks around the bed, nice and slow. She is waiting for my wife to get back before anything starts that she might want to watch.
I’m sitting up as much as the bar behind my arms allows which leaves me thrust forward a bit. Best friend takes my hair in her hand and directs my head, and starts lightly rubbing my face against her mons – the front of her pelvic bone.
It’s so nice, so clean and smooth and feminine. My dick is trying to inflate, and is really pushing the bars of the cage, very tight until I am bulging between the bars. I can smell her soap and a bit of perfume and her pussy. And she is soft and bald. She must have gotten waxed because the front of her pelvis is as smooth and flawless as a sheet of glass. She waits and just strokes my face back and forth, polishing my face. She says to me, “We have something new to play with today, and I want you to do your very best. You will, won’t you?”
“I will. I will.” And I turn my head sideways and kind of try to push in between her legs, to show her that I am completely ready to start licking that steaming cunt.
She just puts one had on my head and the other holds the riding crop. “You just wait. Something new today.”
My wife returns with two rocks glasses holding Agaverao, and one with a Canadian blended whiskey for me. She pours one large sip of whiskey into my mouth and then sets the it on the bedside table.
They sit down on the edge of the bed looking at me. “You are going to give Best Friend the best with your mouth today. And you will make it extra nice, because you hold this in your mouth.” And my wife pulls the ends of a candy wrapper and extracts a candy about the size of a large round cough drop. She reaches over and puts in into my mouth.
Best Friend reaches over and pats my cheek, a little rough, and then turns around and gets on her knees on the bed, ass up face down, presenting her ass crack to my face.
The thing is really hot in my mouth. Very strong, stronger than Cinnamon Altoids. I work it with my tongue to get my spit saturated with strong menthol. She reaches back and pulls the spaghetti string aside, and I lean in a bit and give her a very wet, flat tongue lick from the back of her pussy up over her asshole. This produces a big moan from her that transitions into Asian, “Ooooooooooooh! Ah! Lasdefoaijwsoiot!”
I can tell she really likes that menthol tongue on her asshole, because she arches her back a bit, and rocks her weight from one knee to the other in impatience; “Good. Good. Keep that. Keep that.”
I fasten my mouth as much as I can over her asshole, and lick and slobber on her. I can’t get a good seal so a lot of spit runs down. I start polishing her asshole with my strong menthol tongue and she moans and whimpers and rocks impatiently side to side.
After a few minutes of that, she pushes me back and flips over. With no hesitation she puts her thighs on my shoulders and her hand on my head. I give her just a little teasing because the inner thigh and outer lips are what I really enjoy. I nibble the tendon inside her thighs, rub my face against her vulva, like being kissed on the cheek by the fat outer lips of her pussy. After a minute of rubbing my face with her vulva, I put my mouth over the front of her pussy, rub a little side to side to open her, and stroke her clit with my icy hot tongue.
I do my four main strokes, 8 or 10 of each before I change. Big flat lick, tongue open, bottom to top, outside but stroking her labia minor. Sharp tongue, pushed inside, bottom to top right on her clit. Sharp tongue, pushed inside, quickly scrubbing side to side. Squirm my face in a bit to open her up, form the best seal I can and suck her clit as hard as possible then polish the flesh pulled forward with my tongue. The last one is what they like best – the combination of isolating the clit, feeling of sucking, polishing with the tongue. A woman’s clit has greater density of nerve endings than her eyeball. Think how little hot sauce or spices on your finger can burn your eye. I know her pussy must be on fire from the Snow Bear.
She liked that a lot, and quickly. She makes some long groaning noise and starts talking Asian to my wife, probably describing the sensation of the menthol. And she bends a knee behind my head, locking my head in a Figure 4 pressed against her pussy. There was no need for that because I was not trying to escape.
And I go slow. Really delaying. Lick, count to 4, lick, count to 4. Because I want to make her wait, and I want her to just feel exhausted when it’s over, and I don’t feel like receiving a paddling for going too fast. Going too fast is a testicle paddling offense.
Such slow licking is teasing, and holding her without moving her much toward orgasm. So after a few minutes she demands, “Do it faster! Do it faster!” and her hand on my head pushes me hard against her. I just do the side to side scrubbing and then the sucking thing. She arches her back to push as much into my mouth as possible, and humps my face for the last bit of stimulation she needs to cum.
“Ooooooaaaaarrrrr! Ooooohh! Good!”
I have never said a word to My Wife to encourage bringing Best Friend into our games, but I was really enjoying that finish. Her arching and pushing to force that lovely bald pussy into my mouth was wonderful.
I still have my arms pulled back and my hands cuffed in front. My wife comes with a warm wet wash cloth and cleans off my face, takes the much reduced Snow Bear out of my mouth and gives me another big swallow of the Canadian Whiskey.
“Are you strong? Is your neck stiff or tongue tired?”
“My neck needs a minute. Just give me a few minutes and I will fulfill my responsibilities.
How did Best Friend like the snow bear?”
Best Friend is just retuning from a 30 second shower to rinse off the sticky sugar from the candy. She smiles, “I like it a lot. You might have to do it again. That Snow Bear was just burning into me, and you took a long time. Very slow is very good. I am going to ask your wife if I can borrow you for a weekend.”
This talk is just joking. I think. But I used to think a lot of things weren’t real, until they were.
My wife says, “While your neck relax, we can do other thing. We watched some video about you.”
“There’s no video about me.”
“No. Not you. About man’s body. Show you.”
And some more Asian Speak, and some decision is reached. Best Friend takes Her Royal Harness and the ME2 Rumbler off the bed and starts putting it on. My stomach flutters a little.
Best Friend looks excited. It’s the first time she has really gotten to do this start to finish, and I know she has a lot of fantasies about it. Huge smile on her pretty face.
Getting a pegging from a Dominatrix is still kind of a big deal for me. I just don’t get it often enough to get used to it, two to four times a month. Sometimes I see a video of a pegging, and the guy is being held up by some harness or bench and grunting and whimpering with every hard thrust. That’s about where I am. When I see a guy on his feet, getting pounded with a giant dildo – I don’t know how they do that. I usually feel so weak and physically consumed and dizzy that I would fall over.
My wife makes a quick trip to the kitchen while Best Friend gets behind me. My wife returns and says, “move him up” so I am knee walked just a touch closer to the bed and my face and shoulders laid on the bed. My wife has gotten the little black plate and puts it under my dick – the only black plate we own, purchased singularly for just such an occasion.
Best Friend reaches under me and grabs my balls and caged dick. She fondles a bit and the skin is sensitive and it feels really nice. She changes her grip until she holds only my balls and pulls hard. And I realize how much of this kind of thing Best Friend has copied from watching my wife. Like she watches her and thinks, “Always hurt his balls. Always control his balls. So vulnerable.” She copies my wife, now with the strapon.
“We watched some porn. I know a man can cum just from anal, or at least get his glands all squeezed empty. We will see on the plate how much we push out of you and if it same like as a real orgasm, there is no reason to take your cage off. Really for months sex can just be your mouth and fucking your ass.” She says this with an air of triumph. Her Dominatrix fantasy is taking a step farther.
And my wife adds, “and we know where to find your stuff.”
Best Friend squeezes some lube onto the Rumbler, and me and I have already put some inside. One of her hands aims the dildo and the other pulls on my balls to urge me back onto it. She just uses constant pressure, not like my wife’s Battering Ram method. It would be easier if she just held still and I could impale myself, but she is pushing hard all the time. The head pops in and I say something like, “Oh! Wow. Wait, just wait a second while I get used to it.”
And they both laugh, “No. You were waiting for 2 weeks for your fucking. You just take this nice and deep.” And she pushes it 7 inches deep in the next 2 or 3 seconds. I make some noise and they both laugh.
My Wife, in her sexy high boots and slutty too short skirt climbs onto the bed. She kisses me and asks, “you doing ok?”
I nod.
In all the equipment they have out, there is a braided leather belt that is much too long for my waist. The Asians put it around the side of my neck and under an arm, like half of a proper harness. And my wife says, “now get him. All down, down.”
She pushes the button on the remote and the Rumbler begins vibrating in its insanely hard way. Best Friend stands up, sort of, and balances herself by wrapping her hand in the belt. She starts fucking me straight down into the front of my body, not up or much in, just down thrusting against the BACK of my balls.
Before, I sometimes got a fair amount of prostate stimulation from the Rumbler rubbing against my prostate. It’s an amazing and weird feeling. A guy feels a shock of mild pain, a half second of orgasm, the sensation like he is urinating uncontrollably, weakness and hot flashes every minute or so.
But Best Friend is not rubbing my prostate. She is crashing into it like a battering ram. Not stroking against it, but a big, blunt, vibrating impact about every two seconds. Wham!... Wham!... Wham!... Like a calm heartbeat.
I couldn’t believe how it felt. It hurt. My dick felt very hot, like I was dipped into hot water. That was constant and never stopped. I was getting the hot flashes pretty regular too, like every 15 or 20 seconds someone poured hot water on me from my knees up over my back. It felt like some kind of small electric fire was behind my balls, hot and ticklish and like nothing I ever felt before, like a mild electric shock from inside me. And the sensation of urinating continuously and a fair piece of orgasm. And I could tell when I started to drip a bit, because if felt like something very hot, like melted wax, was running down in my dick.
I had never before gotten that tiny electric fire feeling. Inside, where my balls meet my body, something is on fire. It’s a tiny fire, that tingles like electricity, very dense and in one exact spot.
Very like the over stimulation of someone polishing your dick after an orgasm. It’s good but you can’t stand it. But in the helplessness of pegging in bondage, I was going to take as much as she wanted to dish out.
I tried to explain to the girls. I wanted to tell them how impossibly overstimulated I was. I needed to tell them that I would die, or faint, or burst into flames, because a person can’t feel this much. That I could not possibly endure another 10 seconds of it.
“I’m… I’m not. You’re killing me. You’re killing me.”
“Do you want to stop?” No matter what I said, I don’t think they would have stopped.
“No! No. Don’t stop. It’s killing me. I can’t take it. Keep going. Don’t change anything.”
I kept thinking, ‘No, just take it. Just a few more thrusts. You’re finally going to have a prostate orgasm if you can just take a few more seconds. Just let it happen. You can’t stop them anyway.’
It went on for 11 minutes, by the bedside digital clock. 11 minutes of feeling like I was one second away from a huge orgasm. It was one of the best sexual experiences of my life and I felt like I wouldn’t survive it.
Best friend had pounded out a large nut with the strapon, “pushed my mess out from the inside.” My wife didn’t seem interested, and just wanted her Snow Bear licking to start. But Best Friend wanted a few more minutes as Dominatrix, so she knelt next to me on my right, got a punishing hard grip on my balls with her left hand and fed me some of my cum off her fingers. Dipping onto the plate, then pushing deep into my mouth. And she teased me, smiling, said, “Your sex is all about your mouth. What is better? Licking your cum off my fingers or licking my ass?”
“Unnnnn, my balls. Licking your ass. I enjoyed that.”
“Licking my ass or my pussy?”
“Both. Either. All that sensitive woman’s flesh. But you should always have your ass eaten first as foreplay. A beautiful woman should always get her ass eaten.”
The girls gave me another big shot of Whiskey. Then they put another Snow Bear in my mouth and I went to work on my wife. And I did not burst into flames from that kind of pegging, but I think it was close.
As I’ve said before, don’t think I am some battered husband, too intimidated to stand up for himself. I’m not. I could stop all of these games in one conversation, but she and I both find it exciting. I would far rather have a kinky Dominatrix Wife than some Vanilla relationship. After a heavily bound face sitting, teasing and mild torture, a strapon fucking, and CBT handjob; No guy has ever said, “that was boring. I wonder what I missed on Television.”
Go to Goog, and search on “Snow Bear Candy”.
I don’t know why, but you can’t buy this candy in the US. It’s a very strong menthol candy. Unusually strong. I thought it was like an extra strength cough drop, but users tell me cough drops do not measure up. I’ve tried them. Is Menthol that different from eucalyptus? I really don’t know.
Snow Bear. Burning Cold Candies. Asian product available in Asia, not the USA.
Since we started playing with chastity; I am having a lot less sex. (Shocking!) My wife is having more and it is all oral or oral + vibrator. For me it is a Very Severe Dominatrix Session every Friday, plus the strapon every other Friday, plus whenever she feels like it. Really, if you went to a professional dominatrix in Las Vegas or San Francisco; and told her to really turn up the heat; that’s about my Friday. Undergoing physical pain just before getting a pegging, makes the pegging discomfort seem much less. Having my balls squeezed, and my ass paddled, makes the strapon better.
Ever since Her Big Friday (post from May 2024), my eyes have really opened up. People do anything you can name, and I know because bit by bit you walk into more and more extreme things. I once assumed that the more extreme things I saw in videos or captioned pics were 99% fantasy, and nobody really had a sex life like that. I was wrong. This week my wife said to me something straight out of a Femdom Caption, “You are so good now with your mouth, it’s all I need. And I can empty you out with my strapon dick and push all your mess out from the inside. There really is no reason to unlock your dick anymore.”
When it comes to oral pleasure for my wife, she is willing for me to go to any lengths to make it better for her. And Best Friend found something new. The Snow Bear.
Last Friday, I spent all day on yard work and homeowner things. Guy stuff. And I knew tonight was strapon night after two weeks of oral servitude. Time in chastity is time giving oral 8 or 10 times a week, and having my balls squeezed or being spanked daily. Some days very light, when I have been productive and on program.
In our current game, every other Friday is Strapon Day. Typically, she gets some oral, usually not to orgasm because she wants to still feel excited when she puts on her dick. Then fixes me to the spreader bars we keep in the master bedroom. Once I’m helpless, cuffed, face up it is time for CBT discipline. She will look in my daily appointments book. “Only lifting weights once this week? Only 3 times on the treadmill in 7 nights? You will have to be punished for being lazy.” That sort of thing.
She will spend 5 minutes or so squeezing or paddling my balls. Sitting on my chest, her beautiful round ass, curtained by her long hair, just out of reach. Then she will grip my balls in one hand, squeezed to the end of my sack, and scratch or squeeze or slap or use the little black leather paddle. The paddle is bad, but the fingernails turned in for squeezing is worse.
The punishment of my balls seems ten times more extreme if she has put on the blindfold and earphones. Sensory deprivation really focuses your mind on what you are feeling. “You have been lazy this week. And you ate my pussy too fast today! What is the hurry? Not enough kissing and licking before you suck me. You must take the time to do it right! We will have to punish your balls very hard. Very hard! Maybe better if you don’t watch.” And then giggly and smiley she kiss me, then put on the blindfold and cover my ears, and I feel her straddle me to go to work.
It needs to start with the cotton rope tied around my balls, to make them more vulnerable and easy to grab. Either the cotton rope n00se, or a thick silicone ring.
After my balls, a bit of the paddle. She will unclip one wrist to flip me over. Typically this will be 50 strokes with the small leather paddle or tawse, or… less than 20 with the heavy wooden fraternity paddle.
After CBT and paddle; the strapon. Her favorite form of sex. You may think women only do this to entertain and fulfill men’s fantasies, but that’s not so. Some women really love it and see fucking their victim / boyfriend / husband as the ultimate goal of Fm play. As she fucks you, and as you whimper and squirm and flinch and drip; she feels complete ownership. If she orgasms as well as the emotional ownership thing; she is going to want to do this often.
This is our new normal, for the last 6 weeks. A bit of testicle squeezing every day after her licking to ‘calm me down.’ A hard Dominatrix Adventure every Friday, and the strapon at least every other Friday. But that’s not a fixed schedule, and for no reason I got it twice this week. “Go get ready for bed. I’m fucking you tonight.”
Which brings me to the arrival of Snow Bear.
I don’t use names, as some readers will know. There is a woman I refer to as Best Friend. She is a nice looking Asian women, the same kind of Asian as my wife and same age. Both have long, long blue black hair, a pretty face and slim figure. The most noticeable difference is my wife’s largish fake breasts. When they are together people think they must be sisters. She has shown up in our sex life twice before, plus a few social occasions and a trip to the Korean Buffet.
Best Friend has no husband or boyfriend right now, and no one that gives her the thing she wants. What she wants is to be a Dominatrix, like my Wife. She wants lots and lots of oral service, and she wants to hurt the man who gives it to her so she can feel superior and free to be greedy. ‘Free To Be Greedy’ – I really think that’s the core of it. She probably thinks, “I’ll give you the fantasy, but then I own you for an hour or so. That’s the deal. Your mouth, your balls, your ass are my property and I expect obedience and I am going to enjoy hurting you.” She wants a guy to spend about an hour a day lapping at her asshole and pussy, and then submit to punishment with whip and paddle and dildo. And she is very clear that she wants any pegging she does to Hurt. A quote, “I just want to murder you with that thing.”
Best Friend went home to Asia to visit the family, and returned last week. She brought back some lingerie, which can be difficult for petite women to find. She also brought back 2 large bags of Snow Bear Candy. One of her sisters recommended them and explained their use.
Last Friday, I didn’t pick up the clue. My wife showered first. That’s unusual. She comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and tells me to go clean up. “Ok” says I.
When I come out she is still in her bathrobe. All the bondage stuff is laying on the bed: cuffs, spreader bars, a bit of chain and carabiner clips, the heavy paddle, the small leather paddle usually used on my balls, the tawse and her riding crop. The big black skiing headband we use as a blindfold, and of course; Her Royal Harness and the Rumbler.
She seems fussy and a bit hurried. I put on the cuffs and the little dog collars around my ankles. “Put your arms back” and she puts one spreader bar behind my elbows and clips my wrists to the little chain in front. It just takes a few seconds to clip my ankles to the other spreader bar, and I am helpless and immobile, kneeling next to the bed. She puts on the blindfold.
I hear her on her phone. She makes a brief call in Asian Speak and then kneels next to me. “This is a special day.” She explains. “We will try something new.” And I get a kiss or two as she pinches my nipples and pulls on my balls. Always, with her, pulling and squeezing the balls. Pulling is an interesting feeling, particularly bound and blindfolded. But she’s in a mood and very hard scratching and pinching my nipples.
I don’t have on the earphones, and I hear the alarm system beep that means the front door has been opened. A second later Best Friend comes in and I hear them talking in Asian Speak. I wait, blindfolded and cuffed for about 10 minutes and then they take off my blindfold.
They are all dressed up. Best Friend has on some bit of black mesh and spaghetti straps. The front panel of mesh covers her breasts and then narrows down to just a spaghetti string between her legs and up her ass crack. There is no back panel. Very pretty, matches the black hair nicely. My wife has on a black push up bra, and her high leather boots and a black mini skirt that is no more than 7 or 8 inches long. It covers nothing, really a thick belt.
I looked at my wife. Sometimes I’m just amazed by her. She has a lovely slim figure at 104 lbs, big fake tits that are too perfect to be natural, so large and smooth and warm with her amazing well defined dark nipples. Her ass is high and firm and her ass crack has gotten noticeably deeper and warmer as she does squats and other exercises, as a gift to me. She has skin the color of a peanut and big almond shaped eyes. Sometimes I look at her and think, “what did I ever do to deserve you?”
She almost never dressed up for me, until we started playing with chastity. Now sex for me is much less frequent, but more elaborate. Now she bothers with the restraints and dressing up. My balls feel uncomfortably full and heavy for days at a time, but the sense of adventure is real. The only sex always available to me is licking her, and I am free to ask for strapon but it’s her decision if I get it.
They are looking at me and chatting in Asian Speak from the far side of the big bed.
Everything looks so good. Best Friend, who is looking very, very nice in her little see thru black mesh trapezoid breaks into English, “Who do you think should go first?”
“I’m not 100% sure what we are talking about.” I said.
Best Friend says to my wife, “Can I? You get it all the time. I’ll go first.”
“You go. And can use this to help” and she hands her friend her riding crop and goes off to pour some drinks.
Best Friend walks around the bed, nice and slow. She is waiting for my wife to get back before anything starts that she might want to watch.
I’m sitting up as much as the bar behind my arms allows which leaves me thrust forward a bit. Best friend takes my hair in her hand and directs my head, and starts lightly rubbing my face against her mons – the front of her pelvic bone.
It’s so nice, so clean and smooth and feminine. My dick is trying to inflate, and is really pushing the bars of the cage, very tight until I am bulging between the bars. I can smell her soap and a bit of perfume and her pussy. And she is soft and bald. She must have gotten waxed because the front of her pelvis is as smooth and flawless as a sheet of glass. She waits and just strokes my face back and forth, polishing my face. She says to me, “We have something new to play with today, and I want you to do your very best. You will, won’t you?”
“I will. I will.” And I turn my head sideways and kind of try to push in between her legs, to show her that I am completely ready to start licking that steaming cunt.
She just puts one had on my head and the other holds the riding crop. “You just wait. Something new today.”
My wife returns with two rocks glasses holding Agaverao, and one with a Canadian blended whiskey for me. She pours one large sip of whiskey into my mouth and then sets the it on the bedside table.
They sit down on the edge of the bed looking at me. “You are going to give Best Friend the best with your mouth today. And you will make it extra nice, because you hold this in your mouth.” And my wife pulls the ends of a candy wrapper and extracts a candy about the size of a large round cough drop. She reaches over and puts in into my mouth.
Best Friend reaches over and pats my cheek, a little rough, and then turns around and gets on her knees on the bed, ass up face down, presenting her ass crack to my face.
The thing is really hot in my mouth. Very strong, stronger than Cinnamon Altoids. I work it with my tongue to get my spit saturated with strong menthol. She reaches back and pulls the spaghetti string aside, and I lean in a bit and give her a very wet, flat tongue lick from the back of her pussy up over her asshole. This produces a big moan from her that transitions into Asian, “Ooooooooooooh! Ah! Lasdefoaijwsoiot!”
I can tell she really likes that menthol tongue on her asshole, because she arches her back a bit, and rocks her weight from one knee to the other in impatience; “Good. Good. Keep that. Keep that.”
I fasten my mouth as much as I can over her asshole, and lick and slobber on her. I can’t get a good seal so a lot of spit runs down. I start polishing her asshole with my strong menthol tongue and she moans and whimpers and rocks impatiently side to side.
After a few minutes of that, she pushes me back and flips over. With no hesitation she puts her thighs on my shoulders and her hand on my head. I give her just a little teasing because the inner thigh and outer lips are what I really enjoy. I nibble the tendon inside her thighs, rub my face against her vulva, like being kissed on the cheek by the fat outer lips of her pussy. After a minute of rubbing my face with her vulva, I put my mouth over the front of her pussy, rub a little side to side to open her, and stroke her clit with my icy hot tongue.
I do my four main strokes, 8 or 10 of each before I change. Big flat lick, tongue open, bottom to top, outside but stroking her labia minor. Sharp tongue, pushed inside, bottom to top right on her clit. Sharp tongue, pushed inside, quickly scrubbing side to side. Squirm my face in a bit to open her up, form the best seal I can and suck her clit as hard as possible then polish the flesh pulled forward with my tongue. The last one is what they like best – the combination of isolating the clit, feeling of sucking, polishing with the tongue. A woman’s clit has greater density of nerve endings than her eyeball. Think how little hot sauce or spices on your finger can burn your eye. I know her pussy must be on fire from the Snow Bear.
She liked that a lot, and quickly. She makes some long groaning noise and starts talking Asian to my wife, probably describing the sensation of the menthol. And she bends a knee behind my head, locking my head in a Figure 4 pressed against her pussy. There was no need for that because I was not trying to escape.
And I go slow. Really delaying. Lick, count to 4, lick, count to 4. Because I want to make her wait, and I want her to just feel exhausted when it’s over, and I don’t feel like receiving a paddling for going too fast. Going too fast is a testicle paddling offense.
Such slow licking is teasing, and holding her without moving her much toward orgasm. So after a few minutes she demands, “Do it faster! Do it faster!” and her hand on my head pushes me hard against her. I just do the side to side scrubbing and then the sucking thing. She arches her back to push as much into my mouth as possible, and humps my face for the last bit of stimulation she needs to cum.
“Ooooooaaaaarrrrr! Ooooohh! Good!”
I have never said a word to My Wife to encourage bringing Best Friend into our games, but I was really enjoying that finish. Her arching and pushing to force that lovely bald pussy into my mouth was wonderful.
I still have my arms pulled back and my hands cuffed in front. My wife comes with a warm wet wash cloth and cleans off my face, takes the much reduced Snow Bear out of my mouth and gives me another big swallow of the Canadian Whiskey.
“Are you strong? Is your neck stiff or tongue tired?”
“My neck needs a minute. Just give me a few minutes and I will fulfill my responsibilities.
How did Best Friend like the snow bear?”
Best Friend is just retuning from a 30 second shower to rinse off the sticky sugar from the candy. She smiles, “I like it a lot. You might have to do it again. That Snow Bear was just burning into me, and you took a long time. Very slow is very good. I am going to ask your wife if I can borrow you for a weekend.”
This talk is just joking. I think. But I used to think a lot of things weren’t real, until they were.
My wife says, “While your neck relax, we can do other thing. We watched some video about you.”
“There’s no video about me.”
“No. Not you. About man’s body. Show you.”
And some more Asian Speak, and some decision is reached. Best Friend takes Her Royal Harness and the ME2 Rumbler off the bed and starts putting it on. My stomach flutters a little.
Best Friend looks excited. It’s the first time she has really gotten to do this start to finish, and I know she has a lot of fantasies about it. Huge smile on her pretty face.
Getting a pegging from a Dominatrix is still kind of a big deal for me. I just don’t get it often enough to get used to it, two to four times a month. Sometimes I see a video of a pegging, and the guy is being held up by some harness or bench and grunting and whimpering with every hard thrust. That’s about where I am. When I see a guy on his feet, getting pounded with a giant dildo – I don’t know how they do that. I usually feel so weak and physically consumed and dizzy that I would fall over.
My wife makes a quick trip to the kitchen while Best Friend gets behind me. My wife returns and says, “move him up” so I am knee walked just a touch closer to the bed and my face and shoulders laid on the bed. My wife has gotten the little black plate and puts it under my dick – the only black plate we own, purchased singularly for just such an occasion.
Best Friend reaches under me and grabs my balls and caged dick. She fondles a bit and the skin is sensitive and it feels really nice. She changes her grip until she holds only my balls and pulls hard. And I realize how much of this kind of thing Best Friend has copied from watching my wife. Like she watches her and thinks, “Always hurt his balls. Always control his balls. So vulnerable.” She copies my wife, now with the strapon.
“We watched some porn. I know a man can cum just from anal, or at least get his glands all squeezed empty. We will see on the plate how much we push out of you and if it same like as a real orgasm, there is no reason to take your cage off. Really for months sex can just be your mouth and fucking your ass.” She says this with an air of triumph. Her Dominatrix fantasy is taking a step farther.
And my wife adds, “and we know where to find your stuff.”
Best Friend squeezes some lube onto the Rumbler, and me and I have already put some inside. One of her hands aims the dildo and the other pulls on my balls to urge me back onto it. She just uses constant pressure, not like my wife’s Battering Ram method. It would be easier if she just held still and I could impale myself, but she is pushing hard all the time. The head pops in and I say something like, “Oh! Wow. Wait, just wait a second while I get used to it.”
And they both laugh, “No. You were waiting for 2 weeks for your fucking. You just take this nice and deep.” And she pushes it 7 inches deep in the next 2 or 3 seconds. I make some noise and they both laugh.
My Wife, in her sexy high boots and slutty too short skirt climbs onto the bed. She kisses me and asks, “you doing ok?”
I nod.
In all the equipment they have out, there is a braided leather belt that is much too long for my waist. The Asians put it around the side of my neck and under an arm, like half of a proper harness. And my wife says, “now get him. All down, down.”
She pushes the button on the remote and the Rumbler begins vibrating in its insanely hard way. Best Friend stands up, sort of, and balances herself by wrapping her hand in the belt. She starts fucking me straight down into the front of my body, not up or much in, just down thrusting against the BACK of my balls.
Before, I sometimes got a fair amount of prostate stimulation from the Rumbler rubbing against my prostate. It’s an amazing and weird feeling. A guy feels a shock of mild pain, a half second of orgasm, the sensation like he is urinating uncontrollably, weakness and hot flashes every minute or so.
But Best Friend is not rubbing my prostate. She is crashing into it like a battering ram. Not stroking against it, but a big, blunt, vibrating impact about every two seconds. Wham!... Wham!... Wham!... Like a calm heartbeat.
I couldn’t believe how it felt. It hurt. My dick felt very hot, like I was dipped into hot water. That was constant and never stopped. I was getting the hot flashes pretty regular too, like every 15 or 20 seconds someone poured hot water on me from my knees up over my back. It felt like some kind of small electric fire was behind my balls, hot and ticklish and like nothing I ever felt before, like a mild electric shock from inside me. And the sensation of urinating continuously and a fair piece of orgasm. And I could tell when I started to drip a bit, because if felt like something very hot, like melted wax, was running down in my dick.
I had never before gotten that tiny electric fire feeling. Inside, where my balls meet my body, something is on fire. It’s a tiny fire, that tingles like electricity, very dense and in one exact spot.
Very like the over stimulation of someone polishing your dick after an orgasm. It’s good but you can’t stand it. But in the helplessness of pegging in bondage, I was going to take as much as she wanted to dish out.
I tried to explain to the girls. I wanted to tell them how impossibly overstimulated I was. I needed to tell them that I would die, or faint, or burst into flames, because a person can’t feel this much. That I could not possibly endure another 10 seconds of it.
“I’m… I’m not. You’re killing me. You’re killing me.”
“Do you want to stop?” No matter what I said, I don’t think they would have stopped.
“No! No. Don’t stop. It’s killing me. I can’t take it. Keep going. Don’t change anything.”
I kept thinking, ‘No, just take it. Just a few more thrusts. You’re finally going to have a prostate orgasm if you can just take a few more seconds. Just let it happen. You can’t stop them anyway.’
It went on for 11 minutes, by the bedside digital clock. 11 minutes of feeling like I was one second away from a huge orgasm. It was one of the best sexual experiences of my life and I felt like I wouldn’t survive it.
Best friend had pounded out a large nut with the strapon, “pushed my mess out from the inside.” My wife didn’t seem interested, and just wanted her Snow Bear licking to start. But Best Friend wanted a few more minutes as Dominatrix, so she knelt next to me on my right, got a punishing hard grip on my balls with her left hand and fed me some of my cum off her fingers. Dipping onto the plate, then pushing deep into my mouth. And she teased me, smiling, said, “Your sex is all about your mouth. What is better? Licking your cum off my fingers or licking my ass?”
“Unnnnn, my balls. Licking your ass. I enjoyed that.”
“Licking my ass or my pussy?”
“Both. Either. All that sensitive woman’s flesh. But you should always have your ass eaten first as foreplay. A beautiful woman should always get her ass eaten.”
The girls gave me another big shot of Whiskey. Then they put another Snow Bear in my mouth and I went to work on my wife. And I did not burst into flames from that kind of pegging, but I think it was close.
10ヶ月前
