BDSM cuckold femdom story – Ejaculation – part 1
After getting married, I was only able to ejaculate into my wife once. After only 2 short minutes, my boy couldn't resist the young, beautiful, lustful wife and shot a lot. My wife lost interest, shook her head and criticized me for being an incompetent man. I could only bow my head and apologize to my wife, using a towel to wipe clean the cum I had just shot out on her body.
Since then, I can no longer have sex with my wife like a husband, nor can I even ejaculate comfortably like a human being. At first, my wife only nonchalantly helped me ejaculate by using her hands to shock me, but gradually her hands moved to her legs. If I want to ejaculate, I have to kneel at her feet, while she sits on the chair, nonchalantly using her toes to grip my penis and jerk it. Gradually, things are no longer that easy. If I want to ejaculate, I have to use my own hands to do it myself. Like this, it's no different from when I didn't have a wife, but the difference is, at least back then I could have sex whenever I wanted, but now even that is controlled by my wife. If I want to masturbate, I have to kneel, beg my wife, and even send her money to get her permission to masturbate. To prevent me from secretly masturbating when she wasn't around, especially when I was at work, my wife bought a cock lock and put it on my poor boy, pressing the lock to make a "click" sound, that's it. From now on, my life is completely under her control. Because I was physically weak and my penis was short, I was truly a cowardly man, so my wife said that I was not worthy of being her husband, not even worthy of being a human being, but should only be her dog. She told me when she brought the lock back:
"Dogs can't ejaculate at will. Only when the owner gives permission can the dog ejaculate. I don't castrate you like people castrate dogs, which is already very merciful, haha"
As I said, although I am physically weak and have a short penis, I am a maniac, addicted to masturbation, and addicted to ejaculation. I always have lewd thoughts about my wife in my head. Whenever I see her hot curves, I feel horny. Unable to masturbate and ejaculate at will, my whole body felt restless, like an addict. Therefore, I had to be more submissive and submissive to my wife, hoping that she would have mercy on me and unlock my penis so that I could ejaculate. Just one mistake makes her unhappy, my wife can punish me for not ejaculating for 3 months, making me extremely scared and submissive to her, I can only behave obediently like a dog towards her first. the face of a powerful owner. My wife had an even more reasonable reason, saying that locking my cock was to help me overcome my addiction to masturbation. However, while I was locked up, my wife dressed even more beautifully. At home, she also always wears skimpy, thin, extremely sexy clothes, making me even more horny without being able to do anything. Without my wife's permission, I couldn't even touch her. One night I was so horny that I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't touch my hot wife, so I had no choice but to secretly rummage through the unwashed laundry basket, find some of her worn underwear, and smell a little of her body odor. She still lingered, or even sniffed the high heels and sneakers that still had the scent of her foot sweat. Those sneaky actions cannot be hidden from my wife. However, she was not angry at all, just looked at me with eyes that were both contemptuous and pitying. Seeing my fascination with my wife's dirty laundry, she allowed me to kiss and smell her, and wear her change of underwear on my head for the night before I had to do the laundry (not just the laundry but all the cleaning in the house). My family has to do everything).
The same goes for my wife's shoes. I will be allowed to smell, kiss, and lick them, but after that I must make sure to clean and shine every corner, not leaving a single stain or speck of dust on the shoes. if you don't want to be punished.
If I obediently obey and satisfy my wife, every 2 weeks, on weekends, my wife will unlock her cock and allow me to ejaculate. Of course I have to do it myself because my wife won't even touch me anymore. She would sit in a chair, watching me kneel in front of her. I was allowed to watch her and masturbate. A few times, she didn't let me look at her to masturbate, but just put a pair of her high heels in front of me, forcing me to look at that thing and masturbate. Indeed, I can ejaculate with any of my wife's belongings. At first, my wife allowed me to masturbate for 30 seconds, but gradually, that time was reduced to 10 seconds. If I couldn't ejaculate within 10 seconds, my wife would make me stop, lock my cock and I would have to wait another 2 long weeks to ejaculate. Because of this training method, I was physically weak and suffered from premature ejaculation. By reflex, just hearing my wife's beautiful lips nonchalantly count to 7 to 8 was like having an invisible motivation, I started immediately ejaculated in his wife's triumphant laughter.
After I ejaculated, my wife made me lick all the cum off the floor. She said that whoever sets it up must clean it up after themselves.
My wife also knows how to take advantage of my excitement to play tricks and torture me. One time, less than 2 weeks later, my wife allowed me to unzip my dick to masturbate, with one condition: I would have to ejaculate on my plate of rice, and then have to eat the rice mixed with my own semen. Because of my arousal, I was ready to do that terrible thing. Or one time, I was at the company, my wife asked someone to ship an item, inside was a penis key. Then she texted me, ordering me to immediately go to the bathroom, open a video call and masturbate for her. She did not allow me to take off my underwear but had to masturbate and ejaculate right inside my pants, then just put on my pants and work normally without cleaning anything, making me endure a long and difficult day. I was afraid and worried about being discovered by everyone. ----
As mentioned, I am now no longer allowed to touch my wife's body, and of course I am not allowed to be intimate with her. So how can my wife satisfy her sexual needs? Surely you can all guess the answer. My wife is so young, beautiful and attractive, it certainly won't be difficult for her to find a strange guy to have sex with. Every weekend night, she dressed up and put on beautiful makeup, casually telling me she was going to the bar with her friends. I painfully understood that that night she would choose one of the handsome, stylish men to come and make love to her. I knew but I couldn't stop her. I was content to kneel in an all-fours position, using her back as a chair to sit while she put on her makeup and went out.
Gradually, she no longer had any respect for a cowardly husband like me, openly brought her lover home, and made passionate love right on our bed. At times like that, I was ordered to lie still under the bed, not to stick out or let her lover see me. It's so humiliating that as a husband and homeowner, I now have to hide under my bed like a poor dog, leaving my wife and another man hanging right above my head. My wife's lustful moans echoed in my head, along with the sound of the bed shaking, tormenting my psychology all night. The next morning, when the strange lover left, I was allowed to crawl out from under the bed. My wife threw a condom filled with the lover's semen in my face, looked at me, smiled disdainfully, and left. shower, leaving me behind to clean up last night's battlefield.
One day, my wife came home from work earlier than usual. Now I have quit my job so I can devote myself to serving my wife (fortunately, I have quite a large amount of assets so I don't have to worry about finances). In the morning, my wife criticized the bathroom for being a bit dirty. She got angry and made me stick my tongue out and lick around the rim of the toilet. Then she chained me up and locked me in the bathroom like a dog, ordering me to use my tongue to lick the bathroom floor clean.
My wife came home early, opened the bathroom door, saw me still strangely licking the floor, she seemed satisfied, mixed with a bit of pity, looking at me. My wife often goes to work wearing office clothes, shirts and very short zip skirts, to show off her slim, one meter long legs. When I saw her like that, I quickly got excited, so I crawled over and kissed her high heels, just like how a dog is happy to see its owner come home. My wife sat on the edge of the toilet, waved for me to crawl closer, placed a small gift box in front of me, and told me to open it.
I was so nervous when I opened the box, not knowing what kind of "weapon" my wife had just bought to torture me, but it turned out to be just a birthday cake. Above are the words "happy birthday, dear husband". The two words "dear husband" sound ironic, like a knife piercing my heart.
You must have forgotten that today is my birthday, right? See how good I am, still remembering your birthday - my wife said gently - now do you want to eat cake human style, or dog style?
As is my habit, without thinking, I answered: "dog style". My wife probably predicted the answer, just smiled faintly and stepped on the cake, crushing the beautiful cake to pieces under her feet. Then she lifted her feet, raised her cake-stained high heels towards me, and said coldly: Lick! I'm not afraid of getting dirty. For someone like me who is ready to use his tongue to lick the toilet at his wife's command, this is not difficult. I obediently stuck out my tongue and licked the cream stuck to the bottom of my wife's shoe, sucking on her heel. Just like that, my wife stepped on the cake and let me eat all the cake underneath my shoe.
There's still a gift for you! Lie on your back on the floor.
Hearing my wife's order, I was confused and didn't know what the "gift" was, but I didn't dare to question it and just followed it. As soon as I lay on my back, my wife walked over, lowered herself, and sat directly on my face. Having my wife's weight on my face, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, I even felt happy, being able to smell her ass and ass was more than a dream. My wife reached out and opened the lock, freeing my cock, which was now erect immediately. To my surprise, she reached out and caressed my cock - something she hadn't done in a long time. My wife is jerking me off. She did it very skillfully, moving quickly and slowly depending on the moment, helping me not to ejaculate too early. After more than a minute, I couldn't stand it anymore, shivered and ejaculated while she sat on my face.
After helping me satisfy, my wife stood up, washed her hands, told me to clean up and then go out to meet her, she had something to tell me. Looking at my wife's serious face, I had a bad feeling about what was about to happen to me.
Since then, I can no longer have sex with my wife like a husband, nor can I even ejaculate comfortably like a human being. At first, my wife only nonchalantly helped me ejaculate by using her hands to shock me, but gradually her hands moved to her legs. If I want to ejaculate, I have to kneel at her feet, while she sits on the chair, nonchalantly using her toes to grip my penis and jerk it. Gradually, things are no longer that easy. If I want to ejaculate, I have to use my own hands to do it myself. Like this, it's no different from when I didn't have a wife, but the difference is, at least back then I could have sex whenever I wanted, but now even that is controlled by my wife. If I want to masturbate, I have to kneel, beg my wife, and even send her money to get her permission to masturbate. To prevent me from secretly masturbating when she wasn't around, especially when I was at work, my wife bought a cock lock and put it on my poor boy, pressing the lock to make a "click" sound, that's it. From now on, my life is completely under her control. Because I was physically weak and my penis was short, I was truly a cowardly man, so my wife said that I was not worthy of being her husband, not even worthy of being a human being, but should only be her dog. She told me when she brought the lock back:
"Dogs can't ejaculate at will. Only when the owner gives permission can the dog ejaculate. I don't castrate you like people castrate dogs, which is already very merciful, haha"
As I said, although I am physically weak and have a short penis, I am a maniac, addicted to masturbation, and addicted to ejaculation. I always have lewd thoughts about my wife in my head. Whenever I see her hot curves, I feel horny. Unable to masturbate and ejaculate at will, my whole body felt restless, like an addict. Therefore, I had to be more submissive and submissive to my wife, hoping that she would have mercy on me and unlock my penis so that I could ejaculate. Just one mistake makes her unhappy, my wife can punish me for not ejaculating for 3 months, making me extremely scared and submissive to her, I can only behave obediently like a dog towards her first. the face of a powerful owner. My wife had an even more reasonable reason, saying that locking my cock was to help me overcome my addiction to masturbation. However, while I was locked up, my wife dressed even more beautifully. At home, she also always wears skimpy, thin, extremely sexy clothes, making me even more horny without being able to do anything. Without my wife's permission, I couldn't even touch her. One night I was so horny that I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't touch my hot wife, so I had no choice but to secretly rummage through the unwashed laundry basket, find some of her worn underwear, and smell a little of her body odor. She still lingered, or even sniffed the high heels and sneakers that still had the scent of her foot sweat. Those sneaky actions cannot be hidden from my wife. However, she was not angry at all, just looked at me with eyes that were both contemptuous and pitying. Seeing my fascination with my wife's dirty laundry, she allowed me to kiss and smell her, and wear her change of underwear on my head for the night before I had to do the laundry (not just the laundry but all the cleaning in the house). My family has to do everything).
The same goes for my wife's shoes. I will be allowed to smell, kiss, and lick them, but after that I must make sure to clean and shine every corner, not leaving a single stain or speck of dust on the shoes. if you don't want to be punished.
If I obediently obey and satisfy my wife, every 2 weeks, on weekends, my wife will unlock her cock and allow me to ejaculate. Of course I have to do it myself because my wife won't even touch me anymore. She would sit in a chair, watching me kneel in front of her. I was allowed to watch her and masturbate. A few times, she didn't let me look at her to masturbate, but just put a pair of her high heels in front of me, forcing me to look at that thing and masturbate. Indeed, I can ejaculate with any of my wife's belongings. At first, my wife allowed me to masturbate for 30 seconds, but gradually, that time was reduced to 10 seconds. If I couldn't ejaculate within 10 seconds, my wife would make me stop, lock my cock and I would have to wait another 2 long weeks to ejaculate. Because of this training method, I was physically weak and suffered from premature ejaculation. By reflex, just hearing my wife's beautiful lips nonchalantly count to 7 to 8 was like having an invisible motivation, I started immediately ejaculated in his wife's triumphant laughter.
After I ejaculated, my wife made me lick all the cum off the floor. She said that whoever sets it up must clean it up after themselves.
My wife also knows how to take advantage of my excitement to play tricks and torture me. One time, less than 2 weeks later, my wife allowed me to unzip my dick to masturbate, with one condition: I would have to ejaculate on my plate of rice, and then have to eat the rice mixed with my own semen. Because of my arousal, I was ready to do that terrible thing. Or one time, I was at the company, my wife asked someone to ship an item, inside was a penis key. Then she texted me, ordering me to immediately go to the bathroom, open a video call and masturbate for her. She did not allow me to take off my underwear but had to masturbate and ejaculate right inside my pants, then just put on my pants and work normally without cleaning anything, making me endure a long and difficult day. I was afraid and worried about being discovered by everyone. ----
As mentioned, I am now no longer allowed to touch my wife's body, and of course I am not allowed to be intimate with her. So how can my wife satisfy her sexual needs? Surely you can all guess the answer. My wife is so young, beautiful and attractive, it certainly won't be difficult for her to find a strange guy to have sex with. Every weekend night, she dressed up and put on beautiful makeup, casually telling me she was going to the bar with her friends. I painfully understood that that night she would choose one of the handsome, stylish men to come and make love to her. I knew but I couldn't stop her. I was content to kneel in an all-fours position, using her back as a chair to sit while she put on her makeup and went out.
Gradually, she no longer had any respect for a cowardly husband like me, openly brought her lover home, and made passionate love right on our bed. At times like that, I was ordered to lie still under the bed, not to stick out or let her lover see me. It's so humiliating that as a husband and homeowner, I now have to hide under my bed like a poor dog, leaving my wife and another man hanging right above my head. My wife's lustful moans echoed in my head, along with the sound of the bed shaking, tormenting my psychology all night. The next morning, when the strange lover left, I was allowed to crawl out from under the bed. My wife threw a condom filled with the lover's semen in my face, looked at me, smiled disdainfully, and left. shower, leaving me behind to clean up last night's battlefield.
One day, my wife came home from work earlier than usual. Now I have quit my job so I can devote myself to serving my wife (fortunately, I have quite a large amount of assets so I don't have to worry about finances). In the morning, my wife criticized the bathroom for being a bit dirty. She got angry and made me stick my tongue out and lick around the rim of the toilet. Then she chained me up and locked me in the bathroom like a dog, ordering me to use my tongue to lick the bathroom floor clean.
My wife came home early, opened the bathroom door, saw me still strangely licking the floor, she seemed satisfied, mixed with a bit of pity, looking at me. My wife often goes to work wearing office clothes, shirts and very short zip skirts, to show off her slim, one meter long legs. When I saw her like that, I quickly got excited, so I crawled over and kissed her high heels, just like how a dog is happy to see its owner come home. My wife sat on the edge of the toilet, waved for me to crawl closer, placed a small gift box in front of me, and told me to open it.
I was so nervous when I opened the box, not knowing what kind of "weapon" my wife had just bought to torture me, but it turned out to be just a birthday cake. Above are the words "happy birthday, dear husband". The two words "dear husband" sound ironic, like a knife piercing my heart.
You must have forgotten that today is my birthday, right? See how good I am, still remembering your birthday - my wife said gently - now do you want to eat cake human style, or dog style?
As is my habit, without thinking, I answered: "dog style". My wife probably predicted the answer, just smiled faintly and stepped on the cake, crushing the beautiful cake to pieces under her feet. Then she lifted her feet, raised her cake-stained high heels towards me, and said coldly: Lick! I'm not afraid of getting dirty. For someone like me who is ready to use his tongue to lick the toilet at his wife's command, this is not difficult. I obediently stuck out my tongue and licked the cream stuck to the bottom of my wife's shoe, sucking on her heel. Just like that, my wife stepped on the cake and let me eat all the cake underneath my shoe.
There's still a gift for you! Lie on your back on the floor.
Hearing my wife's order, I was confused and didn't know what the "gift" was, but I didn't dare to question it and just followed it. As soon as I lay on my back, my wife walked over, lowered herself, and sat directly on my face. Having my wife's weight on my face, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, I even felt happy, being able to smell her ass and ass was more than a dream. My wife reached out and opened the lock, freeing my cock, which was now erect immediately. To my surprise, she reached out and caressed my cock - something she hadn't done in a long time. My wife is jerking me off. She did it very skillfully, moving quickly and slowly depending on the moment, helping me not to ejaculate too early. After more than a minute, I couldn't stand it anymore, shivered and ejaculated while she sat on my face.
After helping me satisfy, my wife stood up, washed her hands, told me to clean up and then go out to meet her, she had something to tell me. Looking at my wife's serious face, I had a bad feeling about what was about to happen to me.