Locktober

“It’s almost midnight” she moaned, a grin across her face as if that was supposed to mean something. She continued to ride me slowly, her taught body smooth as I felt the warmth of her pussy sliding up and down my cock. She loved teasing me, but this time I had no

Idea what she was on about.

“Umm, okay? What’s that supposed to mean?” I replied, confused. I reached up and tried to gently tease her full, brown nipples between my thumb and forefinger, but she grabbed my wrists and pinned them down to the pillow above my head. Generally speaking we did fluctuate and switch power arrangements in the bedroom, and she was clearly in a more dominant mood, which although was rare, was also fun.

“It’s nearly October… we should try it…” she whispered. There was a curiosity in her voice that was. genuine, fun and flirtatious. I realised what she meant immediately.

A few months ago we had bought a bunch of toys, not that we needed to spice things up, more to just entertain each other between rounds. We both had an extremely healthy sexual appetite, fucking almost every day, and in our mid 20s worked hard, but had fun too. She was the kind of girl I was proud to take home to my parents for the first time, but the moment we pulled out the gate afterwards and headed home, had reached over to start giving me road head.

As part of the package, we had received a chastity cage, something neither of us had really considered playing with before. We had tried it once, her tying me up and teasing me with a sexy lap dance and toy show, before we took it off and had some amazing sex. She always enjoyed teasing me, so she had suggested we try it a few more times, then recently started sending me articles about “locktober” where girls would cage their men for all of October.

My initial reactions had been that I wasn’t particularly interested, I didn’t really see the point for that length of time, but she seemed to enjoy the idea, getting off on the power and control.

“It just seems a bit…. Pointless.” I said as she slowed her rate, her hips wiggling slightly around as she teased me with her erotic grinding. “Like it just sucks for me as a punishment and you get the joy of it all, doesn’t seem fair”

“You are just scared” she giggled, knowing exactly how to push my buttons, igniting my ego. “You know you can’t make it through the month, huh? I bet you couldn’t even make it through a week…”

I knew what she was doing, baiting me in, but I couldn’t help myself, falling into her trap.

“I just don’t think it’s worth it…” I explained.

“Oh so it’s not a no, then” she smirked, “and we are just haggling on price? Mmmm”

I felt a bead of her juices running down my balls, I could tell she was getting off on the idea.

“What were you thinking? To make it worth it?” She asked. “Do I need to be… punished too? Or some form of reward for you…?”

She let out a little whimper that made my cock swell. She was just teasing me at this point, knowing full well she could sit down on her strokes and make both of us cum. I saw the opportunity and went for it.

“Why not both?” I asked. Her hum and smile let me know I had a bit of room to negotiate, she must really want this.

“Mmm okay” she giggled. “If you can make it through the first week, I’ll let you punish me by bending me over your knee and spanking me 7 times, one for each day”

“Mmm I like that idea!” I cooed. “And my reward?”

“Hmmm” she pondered for a second. “One free blowjob. Any time, any where (within reason) and you can cum in my mouth, with no expectations of anything in return”

She must really want this. Fuck. I swallowed deeply.

“And what if I make it through the second week?” I asked, nervously. I felt like just asking the question fuelled her fire, betraying my own intention. She recognised it wasn’t a matter of if I would be open to it, more what would she need to sweeten the deal to get me over the line.

“Mmm well for punishment, I will let wear the ball gag and nipple clamps when you spank me..” she said slowly, giggling as she felt my cock pulse inside her. “And for a reward…. Hmmm… how about a porn star style blowjob?”

“A porn star blowjob?” I questioned.

“Yeah, with all the trimmings. You can slap it on my face, I will lick your balls, you can grab the back of my head and fuck my mouth….” She giggled, as I pondered how that was much different to any other blowjob she gave me, before she leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “I’ll even let you video it as you cum all over my face…”

She slowed right down, teasing me with her body, pinning my wrists to the bed as she took control completely of me. There wasn’t much point denying it, I let her have her moment, swallowing deeply, before asking.

“And week three?” I said, a quiver in my voice. She laughed, confidently, her control mesmerising, drawing me deeper into her hypnosis. I felt the energy shifting from me to her, sucking it out of me like a vampire.

“We both know you aren’t going to make it to week three” she whispered. “Hmm but if you do, I’ll let you fuck me in the ass. In fact, I am so confident you won’t make it that far, I’ll even let you cum in my ass…”

I shuddered and I felt her have such picture perfect control, holding me right at the edge of orgasm, teasing me. I knew I could push myself, and probably her too, over the precipice by humping upwards and taking back control, but I didn’t dare.

Anal, while although wasn’t unheard of, was also a rare and sacred event in our relationship. She had only experimented with her back door with one other guy prior to meeting me, and had always insisted on wearing a condom. Something i had always suggested we should try without but she hadn’t been open to it. Until now…

“That’s one hell of a reward babe” I gasped.

“And, I will let you whip me 5 strokes with the horse whip”

“Wow” I nodded, my mouth dry with shock. “You must really want this…”

“I do…” she moaned, deeply, the flicker of the devil in her grin. She was really sitting back on me now, not only dancing on the edge of making me cum, but her own orgasm too.

“So what if I can do the whole month?” I asked, her reply whimpering.

“I don’t know. I’ve already offered you to fuck my ass….and mouth and punish my ass with spanks…”the whine of desperation in her voice so sexy. “What else can you really want?”

“I want to do it at CCK…” I said.

For the first time that night she showed a little crack in her confidence.

“Oahhh” she said, clearly my suggestion unexpected. She took a couple or sharp breathes.

We had only been once before out of curiosity, with some close friends who were in the lifestyle. We had discussed a strict no play policy prior to going, but had throughly enjoyed watching others and had amazing sex in the hotel after we left, discussing it all in depth.

When she had asked what the highlight for me had been I had said how catching our friend on her knees, sucking her husband hard and then sliding a condom on him and guiding another man’s wife into him was pretty wild, yet intimate and loving.

She had reluctantly admitted that for her it was when we watched a more serious scene play out, a girl blindfolded and nipple clamps applied before being tied to the Saint Andrew’s cross and a wand strapped to her clit, and was spanked until she was begging to be allowed to cum, only orgasming once she had been granted permission.

She was barely moving now, holding right on the tip of my length. I could tell exactly what she was thinking, putting herself in that girls position, the images of her own body displayed and spanked and then her mouth fucked in front of a group of onlookers, had I pushed her too far?

She swallowed, then slid all the way down my shaft and leant back, her taint and ass half crushing my balls. She didn’t move.

“Deal” she said, with a groan, then through gritted teeth, she growled. “Now cum”

It was such a strange way to say it, almost an instruction. She didn’t move, and the weight of her pressing against my balls was almost painful, at best uncomfortable. But I was so wound up, so pent and full of anticipation and desire, I couldn’t help but feel my cock pulse, draining into her.

It was the strangest feeling ever, mentally and physically, more of a relief than of pleasure. I felt my body cum, but not orgasm per se, the mechanical sensation of ejaculation rather than the usual, explosive climactic pleasure.

“Good boy” she moaned, looking down at me as she milked me inside her. “Mmm good boy…”

The way she had such control over me was hypnotic. The feeling of me coming inside her almost always pushed her over the edge, but she remained in a state of complete zen, watching and feeling me with such an intimidating aura.

“Oh fuck” I finally stammered, feeling the last of my feeble load discharge inside her, the tension in my body still present as she chuckled, reaching over to the nightstand…..

TBC…