Blowing Breezes in Buttermil Falls

Keith loved the way Snooks wore a dress. This one was no exception. It clung to her 36 DD's and accentuated her tiny waist. It had been a long summer, and he'd not seen as much of her as he liked.

Snooks was giggling at something Keith had said, and her platinum curls shook, as did her glorious cleavage. "I am so glad we're back now. I wish you'd had more time to spend with me and the kids at Buttermilk Shores."

Keith was very happy that the rest of the family was still at the beach, and that he had Snooks to himself now. In the funny little BDSM games they played, Snooks had worked hard to get Keith to appreciate her more.

In May, when she and the brood had gone off to the beach, she'd told Keith that she thought they should take a break from sex.

In Keith's chastity training, the summer before, he had stayed locked in his belt during the week, working hard as the brisk comptroller of Stafford. Withers, Curtis & Bruen.

Snooks had some concerns about leaving him home, because Keith was a wealthy, attractive man, and one never knew if one of the hot little secretaries or personal assistants might get their hooks into him.

So, every weekend five summers ago, Keith had come to visit Snooks, and when they had the beach cottage to themselves, Snooks had put Keith through his paces, caning him soundly for lack of housekeeping that she'd observed on the long range nanny cam.

Then, she'd allowed him to worship her glorious body and finally on Sunday nights, they' d made love before he took the evening train back to Buttermilk Falls.

Somewhere towards the end of the summer of 2014, Keith had had a few tiffs with Snooks because she wasn't exactly matronly at the beach, and she wore a hot little bikini a lot of the time.

During the time of Keith's ten-day vacation, when he got to spend a long period of time at the beach with the fam, he'd objected strenuously to Snooks spending so much time with Giordano, a neighbor.

Snooks had pointed out that Giordano was a sculptor, and she'd been spending time helping him rehearse for the beach sandcastle contest, where he often won prizes for the most majestic creation.

But Keith bitched and moaned about this so much. "Is this what you do while I'm all locked up in the city, Snooks?" he'd asked in frustration.

Snooks had taken it badly, and once she and Keith had been alone, she'd thrashed his bare buttocks with the carpet beater, and sent him back to the city early, still locked in his belt.

For the rest of the summer, Snooks had decreed that Keith only have an orgasm every two weekends. She teased him mercilessly, tying him to the bed, and removing the belt to clean his crotch and do a lot of stroking while wearing her powder blue body stocking, alternating with a pink one with roses over the areolas, but she'd often send him home frustrated and weepy...

"I think you take me too much for granted." she'd told him.

It was very difficult for Keith back in the city. At least previously, he'd been able to give up that leaden feeling between his legs every seven days, but now it was every fifteen...a fortnight of frustration!

Sitting at home, surfing internet porn, or dispiritedly watching TV, Keith was hornier than ever. He had reached the age where he was too old to go drinking and living it up after work, and of course being around his hot scantily dressed assistants during the summer was more than he could bear.

Often, when he'd check on his wife on Skype, she'd be having beers with Giordano and the members of the beach Frisbee team, or out playing volleyball.

They'd had another disagreement about the amount of time she spent with the Sicilian, and finally Snooks had coldly admitted that yes, she and Giordano were having a bit of a fling.

"But let's face it, Keith, I let you fuck me as a reward these days. You keep us all in relative luxury, but your dick is like a Viennese sausage, so, stop bitching and moaning."

Keith's little erections seemed to annoy Snooks...She'd decided when they'd all gotten together in the fall of 2014 to continue the every two week orgasm. She'd noticed that Keith was more considerate and not as bossy.

But, even when his dick was out, and she was toying with it, and she took it out quite a bit even when it wasn't going to get release, she found his penis "arrogant."

Stroking it with her long, sharp French nails, Snooks would smile and lean forward, showing Keith a bit of her cleavage. A busy girl on the go, she didn't always have time to undress for him.

Then, she'd order him to go limp. She felt it would be better if he could show respect, and have a mind over matter thing.

When Keith couldn't do this, after all his wife was so hot, and having his penis in her manicured fingers was incredible...

Snooks would whack his penis into submission with the handle of a long butter knife!

Often she would do this, alternating with the teasing for an hour before she let him enter her, if it was on the date when he got that privilege. Or, if it was just a teasing time, she'd just lock him back in his little metal shell.

In the summer of 2015, Snooks had announced that lovemaking was off during Keith's visits. She hadn't seen Giordano much during the winter and spring, and she thought it was enough that Keith could just visit.

"I'll give you a hand job every two weeks, if you behave like a halfway decent human being," Snooks would told her husband coldly.

During this summer, she'd become annoyed at Keith's oral affections towards her glorious tits and ass, and she'd told him that she didn't want to be touched too much-

Snooks would sit on his face if she felt "gooey" after visiting Giordano, but otherwise Keith could just deal with the responsibilities of being the family man, paying for stuff, doing the barbecuing, all that.

This had nearly broken Keith, who loved kissing her beautiful body. Snooks had told him, however, that if he didn't complain too much, and kept the house and yard spotless, (she could check with the nanny cam) she'd consider letting him kiss her bare tits on the Fourth of July and then again on Labor Day.

By May of 2016, Snooks had Keith quite well trained. She had let him fuck her on Christmas and his birthday, and would have on Valentine's Day, but she'd been having a dirty weekend with the tennis pro at the Five Swans Country Club.

Once every two weeks she had coldly offered Keith a choice between kissing her tits, having her roll her ass on his face, or letting him jerk off...the decisions had been so agonizing.

And quite often, since her boobs were incredible, as were the globes of her pretty buttocks-he'd go months without an orgasm. And, during the summer of 2016, their offspring were on a European trip with a relative, so Snooks had the summer cottage to herself.

"If you want any privileges at all this summer, when you visit you'll have to wait on me and my friends." she'd informed her poor, hardworking husband.

Keith had had transvestite fantasies, and they'd been put into cold reality throughout the summer of '16, and he'd been forced to satisfy Snooks's friends in so many unpalatable ways.

But she'd let him suck her boobs on the first of every month, and he'd been allowed again to fuck her on the Fourth and Labor Day, but on the other hand, she'd used her mammoth strap-on to return the favor every weekend he'd come up to visit.

During the week, of course it had been such a celibate misery for Keith, but he'd tried to keep the house clean, and he'd also attempted to rub his poor pecker (while locked in the device) against floors and walls, but to no avail.

During the summer of 2017, Snooks had taken the family to Crete with a new friend of hers, and Keith had just been alone, and of course locked down all summer.

In a way it had been a relief, as she'd made him orally service one of her bisexual boyfriends over the winter more than once, as Fabian thought Keith was "adorable."

And, in the fall of 2017, it had been so wonderful to have his beautiful girl back-Snooks had patiently allowed her husband to undress her and cover her naked body with kisses, and she'd let him jerk off onto her leg.

Over the next year, into the winter of 2018, Snooks became very private, and refused to let Keith see her naked anymore. Now and then, for good behavior, on his rare masturbatory privileges, she would flash him her cleavage, and on very rare occasions, she'd play with her bare breasts as he beat his meat.

"You know, Keithie, I know you dream of playing with these long, hard nipples, soft and pink...like you did when we were first married, and you were still a real man."

"Yes ma'am" Keith would sob as he stroked his penis. Here his Snooks was, her blouse open and her bra down and she was flicking her nipples and stroking her full bosom, and taunting him so cruelly...

It was so hot!

After he'd finally erupt, she'd force his face down in his waste, and then she'd get dressed and lock him back in his cage...and he'd thank her.

What a loving wife Snooks could be!

And now, having just completed the summer of 2019, Snooks had given Keith an offer...spend the summer locked up completely, and work as a professional submissive in his non-work hours, for interested clients...

And he'd get to make love to his beautiful wife one more time.

Keith had been trained by one of Snooks's long time female submissives, a sixty year old Norwegian woman called Berthilde.

Bertie could take cigarette burns and all sorts of whips and branding to her body, and was quite popular, despite her age, with clients at the Paincafe, which was Buttermilk Falls's BDSM resort.

And Snooks had helped to staff the Paincafe West, which was the Buttermilk Shores alternative, for kinksters who wanted to live it up while staying at the beach. Keith had done his best to orally service various rich enthusiasts when he'd been up for the weekend, and had become a whipping boy on the private BDSM beach, by the volley ball net...

Often the rich clients, distressed with their losses in volleyball, would use their serving arm to lay cane welts across Keith's bum and Berthilde's broad back...

And then, in September, Snooks was going to let Keith make love to her as a special treat, both of them naked, the first time in so long, because he tried hard...to be a good slave boy...

But then she changed her mind and put him in the stocks, and went for a frolic with Berthilde instead. She told Keith, Snooks did, that he had only performed during those long months with an expectation of reward, and wasn't that offensive...

So Keith, still chaste after ninety days or so, hung in the stocks and wept bitterly, and of course, hoped for kindness at Christmas!