Wendy III

Wendy and I settle into a routine. But that doesn't
mean we can't still surprise each other. (MMF, nc, v,
oral, mast, bd, tor)

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So, with that out of the way both Wendy and I have
found a new sexual equilibrium in our relationship.
Wendy set the stage with her "game" on our first night
together, and I got my "revenge" six months later.
Clearly there were no hard feelings from either
experience because were still together and still
having sex.

Admittedly its not "normal" sex. But what IS "normal"
anyways? For all its peculiarities, its still
consensual... more or less.

Once wed each had our turns at the "big event" sort of
sex play, things settled into a much more easily
sustainable pattern. We still both enjoyed bondage and
discipline, domination and submission, etc. It just
wasnt as over the top as those other two nights.
Nowadays our most common game is the coin toss.

When the mood takes us we will flip a coin. Sometimes
its a metaphorical coin, taking the form of various
kinds of wagers or whatever. But often its literally
just flipping a coin. Heads, Wendy gets to have her way
with me and do anything and everything that she wants.
Tails, I get to be in control.

We both agree that we will abide by whatever the
outcome. No matter what the mood is... whether Wendy
really wants to be in charge or not, if we flip tails,
she will submit to anything I feel like doing.
Likewise, I submit to her if the coin turns up heads,
whether I was in the mood to be submissive or not.

Tonight, thats what we get. Heads. And clearly Wendy
is very excited about that.

"Strip," she says, flashing her "patented" evil grin,
that sexually mischievous smile Ive come to love so
much over the past year. As I undress she sits in bed,
still fully clothed, and motions me stand at the side
of the bed.

"Stroke yourself," she commands. "Stand right there and
jack yourself off for me. But dont cum."

So... its going to be that kind of night, apparently.
Orgasm denial is a popular part of our game playing,
but I take comfort from the fact that it rarely lasts
very long. Sooner or later, whichever of us is in
control, we relent, or simply lose focus, and the
submissive is allowed to get off after all.

I take my cock in my right hand and begin to slowly
stroke it. Im uncircumcised, and Wendy has always been
fascinated watching the foreskin stretch as I become
more erect, finding some kind of extreme turn on in the
moment when my cock finally gets hard enough for the
foreskin to fully stretch back and leave the large
purple head completely exposed.

And so she watches closely as my hand works back and
forth. Im not burdened with the stereotypical male
arrogance regarding the size of my cock, fully
acknowledging its "average"-ness; six-and-a-half
inches, give or take, and reasonably thick, slightly
curved upward and just very subtly to the left. Wendy
has always seemed satisfied with it, thankfully.

Shes fond of touching it, studying it even at times.
She loves to watch it change size and shape as it
becomes engorged. She notes the change of color as it
fills with blood, and remarks many times on how amazing
it is that something can be that soft AND that hard at
the same time.

After about a half-hour of stroking myself for her
study, long enough that I begin to suspect she just
wants to watch me make myself cum right there, she
finally sits back a little, leaning back into the
pillows propped up against the headboard and stretching
her legs out.

"Come here," she pats her lap. "Lay across my lap."

She positions me on my back, lying across her lap with
my cock sticking straight up in front of her. She then
directs me to continue jacking off. As I resume
touching myself Wendy studies me even more closely. She
leans in close and watches the way my hand moves over
the shaft.

She notices how the head of my cock swells slightly,
the skin drawing taut and shiny as my hand strokes up
the length of the shaft towards it, and "relaxes" just
a little as my hand strokes back down the shaft away
from it. She uses her fingers to wipe away the small
drop of precum that squeezes from the head as I become
more and more aroused, tastes it, and seems to count
the number of strokes it takes for more to appear.

Eventually she starts touching me herself. She doesnt
allow me to stop jacking off, but instead just lightly
touches my balls with her fingertips. She gently places
her hand over my own, following my ever stroke,
learning the rhythm I use, the speed and force and pace
that are uniquely mine, a pattern developed over years
and years of self-pleasuring practice. She puts her
left hand on my stomach, feeling the way the muscles
there bunch and tighten with each stroke, and noting
how that tightness changes with my mounting excitement.

Suddenly she uses the fingers of her right hand to slap
the head of my cock. Not too hard, but still it takes
me by surprise. She continues, slapping the head every
time its exposed by my hand moving down the shaft.
Unconsciously I begin to slow my pace; reducing the
number of slaps shes able to give me. She tells me not
to stop, to go faster in fact, and she increases the
speed of her blows to match. She slaps me harder and
harder, gradually causing more and more pain.

"Dont cum, baby," she says, and continues using her
hand to punish me while I continue to pump my fist
faster and harder. Wendy loves the feel of my smooth,
wet head beneath her fingers. Shes turned on by the
idea that I could possibly make myself cum while shes
physically hurting this very sensitive part of my body.

And shes right, of course. I could most definitely cum
doing this. Its not that I necessarily enjoy pain,
because I dont. I enjoy the idea that SHE enjoys
causing it. Its hard to explain, but its a tremendous
turn on for me to know that this beautiful young woman
Im with takes pleasure in exploring the limits of
punishment she can inflict upon me. The pain itself is
not the turn on... its the thought that the "sweet",
"innocent" Wendy likes to play with it. And I suspect
that she feels the same way, when our positions happen
to be reversed.

Finally she stops, and she tells me to stop as well.
She lightly brushes her fingertips over the head of my
cock, now extremely tender after her previous
attentions. She cups her hand over it, and then touches
it with the cool back of her hand. Finally she leans
down and kisses it with her soft lips. Shes feeling
its warmth, marveling at the heat shes created with
her punishment of it.

"Fuck me," she says simply. I move off of her and begin
to undress her. Shes wearing a button-up half-sweater
over a tight fitting t-shirt. I remove the sweater and
touch her breasts through her shirt, feeling their
familiar shape, the firmness. Im hopelessly in love
with her breasts, and think they are the perfect size,
fitting my hands like they were made for it.

I feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric, poking
out into my palms. Enough teasing myself, I think, and
lift her shirt up and off. I skillfully unclasp the
plain white bra shes wearing and toss it aside, taking
just a second to gaze at her stunning naked chest
before kissing each nipple, her stomach, and then
unbuttoning her jeans.

Pulling her pants down past the curve of her hips,
watching her lift up slightly off the bed so they can
slide past the roundness of her ass, the reality of my
relationship with this gorgeous creature strikes me, as
it does from time to time. Im truly blessed to be
here, to have this achingly beautiful woman willingly
sharing herself with me. Its an abstract element to my
attraction, but one that once in awhile takes my breath
away.

Pants off and thrown aside, I use my mouth to tug at
her panties. I get them down just a couple of inches
with my teeth before taking them the rest of the way
with my hands, leaving my face where it is, just an
inch from her perfectly trimmed pussy. Her scent is
intoxicating, and I literally cant help but dip my
mouth to take a brief taste, savoring her flavor as
much as I savor the sharp gasp it elicits from her.

But thats not what she ordered me to do, is it? So I
keep the memory of her sweet taste in my mind and move
up the length of her body and kiss her passionately on
the mouth, sharing that taste with her. I bite her
lower lip gently as I press the head of my cock, so
recently whipped by her slender fingers, into the
depths of her tight, wet sex.

And I fuck her, just as she asked. After the initial
gentle probe I drive myself deep inside her. I feel the
grip of her pussy around my cock, feel it squeeze me
and draw me into her. I piston in and out of her hard
and fast. Her legs come up around me, ankles locking
behind the backs of my knees. She arches her back,
pressing those perfect breasts into my chest and
clawing at my ass with her hands.

Despite evidence to the contrary, Wendys not always
exactly "adventurous" when it comes to sex. At least
not the actual ACT of sex, of sexual intercourse.
Typically shes more than satisfied with the missionary
position. Granted thats almost always preceded with
some pretty "adventurous" foreplay, but the act of
fucking is rarely more inspired. This time however she
stops and changes positions, shifting into "doggy
style", her on her knees with her face in the pillows.
I kneel behind her, take her hips in my hands and
plunge my cock hard into her, driving her further into
the pillows and muffling her cry of pleasure.

This is "fucking", just as she wanted, not "love
making". Im pounding into her, doing my best to make
her cum (before I do). I reach beneath and rub her clit
with my fingers, stroking and squeezing it in rhythm to
my thrusts. She grips the sheets in her fists, moaning
loudly into the pillows, thrusting her ass back into me
with equal force.

"Dont cum," she moans out, and it takes just a second
for me to realize shes talking to me rather than
herself.

And then she pulls away again, changing positions once
more. Now she has me on my back and she straddles me,
lowering herself onto my cock and bouncing up and down,
no longer being fucked but rather fucking me. Or
perhaps fucking herself WITH me. I grip her thighs and
watch her breast bob up and down, glistening in the
half-light of the room as the sweat rises on her skin.
Her soft brown hair is matted to her forehead, tangled
from her thrashing her head in the pillows. She touches
her stomach, her chest, cups her own breasts and
pinches her nipples as she grinds her pussy up and down
my cock.

And then, before I can cum, she pulls away and moves up
my body, letting my cock flop out and stand unfulfilled
as she lowers her dripping pussy onto my mouth. I
eagerly lap at her pussy, sucking her clit into my
mouth and rolling my tongue back and forth over it. Her
juices run down over my chin as I lick up and down the
entire length of her sex, from her clit all the way
back to her asshole (a sensation which nearly sends her
through the ceiling). Meanwhile I reach my right hand
down to start jacking myself off again. But she sees me
and catches my wrist in her hand.

Still riding my mouth, Wendy pulls both wrists up above
my head and secures them with the leather cuffs that we
keep there at all times (for just such an emergency).
As she fastens the clasp on the first one I feel the
initial shudder of orgasm shake her body. With the
cinch of the second clasp she cries out and grips the
headboard, driving her pussy down onto my mouth as she
cums, hard and loud. She keeps herself there until the
very last wave of orgasm subsides. Then, she slides
down and curls up against my side, resting her head on
my shoulder.

"Do you enjoy doing that," she asks. "Do you like
making me cum with your mouth?"

"Oh god, yes," I say. Im telling the truth, I LOVE
making her cum like that. But Im also still hard and
turned on, having yet to cum myself. My voice is
ragged, tinged with desperation as I slowly move my own
hips, futilely thrusting my cock into the air and
hoping shell finally reach down and take me in her
hand, finish me off.

"I love the idea of cumming in your mouth. It turns me
on just to think about your mouth tasting me... of your
mouth and tongue having my juices run over them.
Sometimes I touch myself and just think about you with
cum in your mouth," she trails off, her hand
absentmindedly caressing her breasts.

After a few minutes I begin to suspect that Wendy has
fallen asleep, satisfied by her orgasm and the idea
that shes tied my hands so I cant finish myself off
without her. But then she gets up and moves into the
bathroom. I hear the shower run, and when shes
finished washing I hear the sounds of her rummaging
through drawers and her closet. Then it gets quiet
again and I wonder what shes up to.

She steps back into the room and I see that shes
partially dressed now, wearing a skirt and bra, and is
obviously in the process of making herself up. Without
a word she comes over to the bed and begins stroking my
cock again, making it hard and taking it into her
mouth. She strokes and sucks me for several minutes,
seeming absolutely dedicated to making me cum at last.

But one of Wendys greatest talents is her ability to
bring me to the very edge of orgasm, literally a
fraction of a second away, and then stopping at EXACTLY
the right moment to keep me from cumming. Any longer
and my orgasm would have already begun and Id cum
anyways, even after she stopped touching me. But her
gift is to know the last possible second she can push
it to and then leaving me painfully unsatisfied. Which
is exactly what she does this time.

I cry out in protest as she releases my cock, but she
just goes about the process of tying me up the rest of
the way. When shes finished Im bound spread-eagled to
the bed with the pillows propped under my hips to
thrust my cock into the air and expose my ass and my
balls. Finally she secures the ball gag into my mouth.
And then, with that evil smile, she reaches for the
phone.

"Hey, this is Wendy. Is Charlie there? Okay."

Theres a pause then, and she takes the moment to
casually stroke my cock.

"Hey, its me," she says into the phone, still touching
me. "You remember what we talked about the other day?
Yeah, well hes ready. No, I havent told him. Itll be
better if its a surprise. Are you still up for it?
Good. Yes, of course I still want you to bring that.
Absolutely. Oh, hes earned a lot more than that,
believe me. Whats that? Sure, if hes interested tell
him to come along. The more the merrier," she winks
down at me.

She hangs up the phone and slaps the head of my cock
once as she walks back into the bathroom to finish
getting ready.

Ten minutes later theres a knock at the door and
Wendy, now fully dressed and made-up, goes out to
answer it. I hear male voices and she leads two men
into the room, one of them carrying what looks like a
briefcase.

"Holy crap, you werent joking," the other man
exclaims.

"Nope, its the real thing guys. Are you guys ready for
this?" They both nod that they are, and Wendy begins
undressing them one by one. I watch as she strips each
man naked, and then falls to her knees in front of them
and takes one mans cock into her mouth, stroking the
other man with her hand. When theyre both fully hard
she stops and comes to the side of the bed. One of the
men comes over with her, while the other climbs onto
the bed down between by spread legs.

"Baby, Id like you to meet Charlie," the man behind
her, "And his friend Rick," the one between my legs.
"Theyre my assistants tonight."

Suddenly Wendy is pushed down onto the bed, nearly
falling across me, as Charlie tears her skirt off
forcefully. She doesnt seem surprised by this however.
Nor does she seem surprised by Rick, as he takes hold
of my hips and presses his cock up against my exposed
asshole. I whimper behind the gag.

Wendy is pulled up by her hair and Charlie proceeds to
rip her shirt open. I notice shes not wearing a bra or
panties. Shes thrown back down onto the bed, bent over
the edge facing me, and Charlie grips her waist. Her
eyes flutter closed for a second as the man behind her
unceremoniously plunges himself to the hilt into her
pussy. But she opens her eyes in time to look into
mine, watching my expression as Rick forces his cock
deep into my ass.

I grunt and moan behind the gag, but its no use. Both
men begin fucking us hard and fast. Anal sex had always
been a fantasy of Wendys, before Id finally made her
fantasies come true by inviting over some friends to
use and abuse her awhile back. Since then I guess her
fantasy had become to watch ME being fucked like that.
So here she was, watching me, studying me with the same
fascination with which shed always studied my cock.
Within minutes she was already having her first orgasm.

The man fucking me kept up his rhythm, pushing deeper
into me it seemed with each thrust. I hadnt even
noticed at first but at some point hed taken my cock
in his hand and begun jacking me off. Despite the pain
and humiliation, I could feel my arousal mounting.
Again I say its not so much the pain that is the turn
on as it is the idea that Wendy is turned on by
watching this. Shes turned on enough to arrange to
have this happen to me. Its a turn on for me to know
that its a turn on for WENDY to torture and punish me
like this.

And as if on cue I suddenly feel the familiar stroke of
a whip on my cock. Wendy has taken up her favorite crop
and is now savagely whipping the head of my cock, the
man fucking me holding my cock still so she can aim,
even as the other man is fucking her harder and harder.
She cums again, louder this time, and her blows to my
tortured member get even harder.

Her orgasm fades, she regains her composure, catches
her breath, and we both hear Charlie grunt as his own
orgasm approaches. Wendy stops whipping me and quickly
removes the gag from my mouth. She grabs my hair
roughly and looks into my eyes.

"Open your mouth, right now," she orders. "Keep your
mouth open and your tongue out or you will be SEVERELY
punished!"

With that Charlie pulls out of her pussy and she
scrambles to get out of his way as he climbs up on the
bed beside me. Still gripping my hair to hold my head
still Wendy reaches around and takes Charlies cock in
her other hand and begins stroking him, pumping him in
her fist and aiming the head of his cock directly into
my open mouth. Within seconds I see the telltale signs
as the head of his cock swells and turns an even
deeper, darker purple. Wendy jacks him off and makes
sure that the first jet of his cum spurts right onto my
tongue. She continues working him, watching as my mouth
fills with another mans cum for the first time.

"Swallow every single drop, baby," she says. Hes
shaking and moaning, cumming hard, every thrust of
Wendys fingers along his shaft squeezing even more cum
out of him. Finally its more than he can take, the
pleasure too great to sustain and he falls aside. Wendy
leans in close to me.

"Swallow," she says. "How does that taste? Do you like
that? Youve no idea how much Ive wanted to watch you
suck another man off, baby."

I was dazed and overwhelmed by the moment, but not so
much that I missed the irony of that statement. I
hadnt actually sucked him off. Id just opened my
mouth when he was already cumming. Hardly the same
thing...though I wasnt about to comment on that.

The man in my ass finally pulls out and goes into the
bathroom. I hear water running and presume hes washing
up. Meanwhile, Charlie retrieves his briefcase and
heads to the foot of the bed. Wendy joins him and
watches as he takes out what appears to be a tangle of
straps and wires attached to a small battery pack. The
two of them begin fastening the straps first around the
shaft of my cock, cinching them tight to keep me erect,
and then around the base of my balls, also cinched
tight and stretching the skin of my scrotum taut over
my unprotected balls. Next they connect a series of
fine wires from the straps to the battery pack.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp but very pleasant tingling in
my cock and balls. The wires are delivering a steady,
mild electric current through the straps. Charlie
whispers some instructions to Wendy and then she moves
up beside me to explain.

"Supposedly that thing there will do two things. Right
now its on only high enough to keep you erect. At this
moment, with that thing hooked up the way it is, your
cock will stay hard indefinitely, no matter what any of
us do to you. And while that certainly sounds like fun,
and it was the reason I originally ordered it from
Charlie here, its not the only thing were doing with
it tonight. Oh, hang on, Ricks back for more."

Rick comes back out of the bathroom, his cock still
hard and freshly cleaned. Wendy motions him over and he
climbs up into the same position Charlie had been in
moment before, kneeling above my face. Wendy reaches up
and strokes him right in front of my eyes.

"Open up, baby," she says, and this time she guides the
cock into my mouth. For the first time I feel the
swollen thickness of another mans cock press onto my
tongue and thrust down into my mouth. Whats worse is
its a man I dont even know. Ive never met this guy
before, and I have the impression that Wendy hasnt
either. Wendy invited Charlie over, and this guy just
tagged along. He doesnt know me, hes only here to use
my ass and my mouth and to watch Wendy torture me.

Wendy watches silently for a minute, clearly rapt by
the sight of my lips stretching around another cock.
Rick begins moving in and out, fucking my mouth the way
hed fucked my ass. This is what Wendy has been
fantasizing about. And I know it wont stop here.

After what seems like an eternity, my jaw aching from
the unfamiliar exercise, I feel the cock in my mouth
swell. Simultaneously the tingling electric sensation
being administered by Wendys new toy increases. Before
I have time to wonder about that Rick grunts and
thrusts all the way into my throat, exploding cum into
me.

Wendy pulls him back just a bit, saying she wants me to
have to taste it all before I swallow. He fills my
mouth with burst after burst of his hot, salty cum, and
I struggle to swallow every bit. Finally, when hes
finished, he climbs off of me and I try to catch my
breath, resting as much as is possible with the alien
device buzzing away on my own cock.

And as though shes reading my mind, Wendy fits the
ball gag back into my mouth again. I look at her and
notice that shes holding the batter pack and twisting
the control knob on top of it. Theres a corresponding
increase in the charge running into my tortured cock.
Now its more than just a mild stimulation, just
keeping me hard. Now its ecstasy.

"Whats my number one rule when we play these games,"
Wendy asks. "Do you remember?"

I nod, unable to answer around the gag.

"The number one rule is that you are absolutely
FORBIDDEN to cum, under any circumstances whatsoever.
No excuses, no reprieve. It doesnt matter to me how
good something feels or how turned on you are. You
absolutely will. Not. Cum. Understood?"

Again, I nod. But my eyes tell what my mouth cant...
with the toy buzzing on me the way it is right now, I
wont be able to help it for long.

"Thats setting number 6, baby. I could leave you like
this and see how long it takes for you to break my
rule. But this thing actually goes up to 10."

She turns the dial another couple of clicks, slowly,
looking into my eyes as she does it. Then she twists it
all the way to the top, and I let out a muffled cry. My
cock and balls almost explode with pleasure. Its as
though Im already having the most powerful orgasm Ive
ever had in my life. I can feel it all the way up into
my chest and down into my toes. I pull at the
restraints, try to thrust my hips into the air.

"Heres what you have to look forward to now, sweetie.
That thing is about to make you cum. Im told it will
be the most overwhelmingly powerful, mind-blowing
orgasm you could ever possibly imagine. And Im not
going to let it stop. The second thing this toy is good
for, besides just keeping you hard no matter what, is
prolonging your orgasm past the point of pain. Ive
watched you baby. I know that after a certain point you
cant stand me to even touch your cock after you cum.
Well this thing will keep going all through your
orgasm. It wont slow down, it wont let you rest.
Youll scream in pleasure at first, but soon it will be
too much. And its just going to keep going and going."

I try to beg with my eyes, but Wendy just smiles.

"And of course that will mean youve broken the rules
of my game. And once that happens youll have to be
punished, wont you?"

I feel the inevitable orgasm getting closer... just
seconds away now.

"After awhile of letting you suffer through that
endless orgasm, Ill start whipping your balls. I know
thats the most painful thing I can do to you. And this
time it will be ten times worse than it was that last
time I did it, because Im going to leave the toy
going. Every single time your cock pulses, every time a
spurt of cum jets out of the head of your cock, Ill
bring this crop down hard on one of your balls."

With that promise in my ears and that evil smile on
Wendys lips, the first explosion of cum shoots out of
my cock. Its beyond words, impossible to explain. The
mixture of pleasure and pain is indescribable. And it
just goes on and on. Theres no slowing down. If this
were Wendys hand doing this (and if I werent bound
hand and foot) I could just push her away when it got
to be too much. But not this... Im helpless and forced
to endure more than I can bear.

And of course, inevitably, through the agonizing
pleasure I feel the bed shift as Wendy gets into
position, and the torture takes on a whole new
dimension as the first stroke of Wendys crop slaps
down hard on my balls.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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