husband taken

Through my Paces

forced erection, dominant wife, submissive husband, “Darling,” said Hannah as we were finishing dinner, “Take this.”

The Lady of the House handed me a full 50 mg Viagra tablet. I was used to receiving my daily dose in a cut tablet as Hannah likes me ready to erect but not really frisky. Plus, of course, up until last week, I had been in my chastity cage pretty much full time.

“Now, go upstairs and get into your nightie. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I went up to our bedroom, undressed, and put on the white cotton nightie Mady had laid out for me in my little dressing room. It was quite short with broad shoulder straps. It had a little ruffle of white lace at the hem. Looking in the mirror I realized that with the ball stretcher in place, my testicles were on full display. And, of course, just putting on this pretty garment had started my cock getting erect. Hannah likes me to lie on my back when she sends me up to bed early. With my eyes tightly closed. So I did. I didn’t have long to wait. I heard Hannah’s heels clicking on the wood stairs coming up and I could hear the equally sharp clicks of Mady’s maid mules as well.

“So there he is Mady. Adorable. Help me off with my dress.” I heard Hannah say. Then I felt the hem of my nightie being lifted. “See, his little cock is hard already. It isn’t much of a cock but, honestly, I have had much larger cocks and I have not enjoyed the experience all that much. But, as I was saying earlier, the last thing you should worry about in a husband is the size of his cock. If you train him properly he will rarely use it anyway. Just when you are in the mood.”

I lost the rest of the conversation as Hannah lowered herself onto my face bottom first. Her lovely thighs covered my ears and her beautiful backdoor press down on my nose. My job was to lick her pussy stretching my tounge out as far as possible so its tip could reach her sweet clitty. She was already wonderfully wet. When I am licking the Lady of the House my full concentration is on the task at hand. My own hands are under my bottom. I lose track of time and I was actually quite surprised when Hannah lifted herself up and I felt her wet cunt engulf my now pulsing cock.

“You see Mady, when you use the female superior position, and that is really the only position a dominant wife should use, you are able to use your husband’s cock properly for your pleasure.” Hannah was lifting herself up and down on my shaft. I am trained not to thrust until told and it was, perhaps, thirty strokes in before Hannah said “Meet me” which is my signal to thrust.

“So Mady, you will notice that his nightie is still covering his nipples. I don’t want any accidents and elliot really is nipple trained. Unless his nipples are pinched he knows he is not allowed to come. Now I am just going to concentrate for a few minutes.” The room was silent except for the delicious sounds of sex. I was getting so hard and, I am afraid, so close. And then, as quickly as she had taken me, Hannah rolled off.

“Corner.”

Hannah likes her privacy when she comes and I went to my corner where Hannah had tossed her panties. I saw Mady who, apparently, was going to be allowed to watch Hannah come. Lucky girl. I pressed Hannah’s panties into my corner tasting and smelling her moisture. I was still very hard.

In a very few minutes I heard the cries of Hannah’s orgasm and, a minute or two after that, “Run me a bath Mady.”

We were alone.

“That was lovely darling. Thank you. And I must say I very much like your ball strecher. It makes you look so masculine. We’ll put the second one on soon. Did you like Mady watching? I know I did. I bet you were thinking about how much fun you will have when she renews her vows. You are going to have a very busy little cock. You can stay in your corner while I bath. See if you can stay hard until I am done.”

I was in my corner for about fifteen minutes and when Hannah came back to our bedroom in her night dress she came over and grabbed my balls quite tightly.

“What a good boy. All nice and hard. But it is time for you to go to bed and I don’t want you pestering me. Mady. Bring one of the locking girdles.”

In a few minutes I was lying in bed in my nightie with a longline panty-girdle, modified with a simple bit of heavy canvas sewn around the top with two grommets at the ends through which Mady had put a padlock, snapped it shut, and given Hannah the keys as she curtsied her way from the room.