Background:

After a few years of our BDSM dynamic, we unlocked the secret to taking things to the next level.

The good news is our dynamic has never been better. Each scene is great. The aftercare is amazing. I’m giving him an orgasm at least half the days in every month. I always make him cum before he goes out for an evening so he can be relaxed and enjoy his nights out. Our day-to-day life includes elements of a 24/7 dynamic and we never argue anymore.

The bad news (for me) is that denying my orgasms turned out to be the key to improving our dynamic. Keeping me pent up and desperate… wet and needy… always ready to serve and please… totally focused on his pleasure because I’m not allowed to have any… begging him to use me and to let me make him cum….

The Story:

I wake up early and I’m already dripping wet. My cunt is always aching and throbbing now. I’m only allowed to wear lace nightgowns to sleep with nothing underneath, so my wetness is dripping down my legs. I take a cold shower in hopes of cooling my desire. It doesn’t help much. I haven’t been allowed to orgasms in 3 months now and the constant need is overwhelming sometimes. But it keeps me submissive and desperate to please, so I understand why I must stay denied.

After my shower, I slip into one of the short sundresses he prefer. I’m never allowed a bra or panties in the house. Restricting his access to using my body is strictly forbidden. I head down to the kitchen to begin preparing his breakfast. I can feel my cunt throbbing again and the wetness starts dripping down my thighs again. It takes about 20 minutes to prepare his usual breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. I plate it and place it on the table with his coffee just in time. He comes into the kitchen and greets me with a kiss. He tells me I’m his good girl and then instructs me to kneel under the table. I follow his order quickly. I’m hoping he’ll allow me to make him cum before work. Knowing that I can’t orgasms anymore makes me focus entirely on making him cum as it’s the closest I can get to an orgasms now. Thankfully that’s what he wants! He tells me he has a stressful day ahead of him and needs to relax. I immediately take him deep down my throat. I suck the way he likes - deep and hard. I gag and try to pull back but he stops me. I feel his hand on the back of my head shoving me down. I keep gagging but he doesn’t let up. I try to relax and calm my gag reflex and he finally lets off. I catch my breath and begin again. He repeats this process of holding me down while I struggle to calm my gag reflex many times. I know he’s training me to deep throat without gagging but I’m not there yet. After my throat begins to get sore, he shoves me down hard one final time. I can’t breathe around him and I’m gagging hard but I can’t pull back at all. Finally I feel him tense and ropes of cum pulse down the back of my throat. I try to swallow as fast as I can but it keeps coming. When he finally lets go I’m a mess and trying to catch my breath, but I return my focus to pleasing him. I gently lick any remaining cum off him and swallow it. I hold him in my mouth gently while he softens. I don’t stop until he tells me I can rise. I assume we’ll have breakfast together. Unfortunately I am wrong.

Once I stand up, he tells me he needs one more thing before I can have my own breakfast. He tells me that his day will be stressful and he needs to release some more tension. He also tells me that I haven’t been eager to please enough lately and that I need a reminder. He wants me to be extra focused on pleasing him that evening to help him unwind from what is sure to be a tough day at work. I am already nervous at this point. I am not punished often but it is always intense and painful. When he tells me to get the wooden spoon, I feel my nerves kick up a notch. I am still wet and throbbing from sucking him off, and the nervousness feeds my desire even further. I have no desire to increase the punishment that’s coming so I hurry to retrieve the spoon. I bring it to him and he tells me to bend over the table. He pulls the hem of my sundress up to expose my bare ass. I am sure he can see the wetness already dripping down my legs. He doesn’t warn me or warm me up. The first smack is hard and it takes my breath away. He alternates sides fast and hard. By the 20th strike I can feel the stinging burning pain intensifying. By the 30th strike I am trying to focus on my breathing. By the 40th strike I am crying. On the 50th strike I have gone limp. The pain is intense and I am struggling to take it. I know my ass is covered with bruises at this point. The stinging is beyond anything I was expecting. Thankfully he stops at this point. He tells me I’m a good girl for taking it. He says he’s feeling relaxed and he knows I’ll be completely focused on pleasing him all evening. He reminds me that if I’m not completely focused on pleasing him for the entire evening, he will replicate this spanking every morning for a week. I resolve to do everything in my power to avoid that!

Finally he allows me to clean up and join him for breakfast. I sit down and yelp as my bruised ass contacts the chair. He tells me I’m his good girl and we have a lovely breakfast together. My ass and throat are both sore but I love how much I’ve pleased him. I can’t wait for this evening!

(Part 2 Coming Soon)