"You wanna go outside?"
She was cute. Nice tight body packaged and displayed in the latest fuck-me style. Trendy raver-style blond hair, and big blue doe eyes. She wanted to take me out into the back alley of the club and blow me and God knows what else. This is where things get a little complicated for me now. I told her no. She probably never heard that one before...
Ever seen the movie "40 days and 40 nights"? The one about the guy who takes a pledge of chastity for 40 days, then of course all of a sudden he realizes that he's constantly surrounded by hot women who want him for sex. Well my story isn't that one, but well, it has it's similarities. My chastity is enforced. Enforced by the everpresent cb-2000 device placed on me by Nicole. I knew the deal. I could ask her to take it off and of course she would, and that would be the end of our relationship.
Our "relationship" as I put it, was me providing her with complete sexual servitude whenever she was in the mood for it, day or night. A booty call, as it were. She keeps me in chastity when I'm not in her prescence to assure that I'm constantly horny and my balls are full, rendering me helpless to resist whatever she has in store for our marathon fuck sessions. I never know whether it's going to be two days or two weeks until her next call, nor do I know what she does (or who she fucks) in the interim. I looked around the club and the faces, the hot bodies, the flirting. The things that I cannot be a part of anymore. If these people knew what I was going through, they'd probably think I am crazy. But they are blissfully ignorant. Totally unaware that at that very moment Nicole is calling me. That my locked up cock is jumping in my pants due to the sudden vibration of the large vibrating dildo in my rectum that she ingeniously rigged up to a standard telephone pager. I knew that in 30 minutes her door would be locked for the evening and I would miss my chance until her next booty call. I had been late once before. I would not make that mistake again...
Exactly 24 minutes later I arrived at Nicole's home. Exactly 2 minutes after that I had stripped off every stitch of clothing except the cb-2000 and assumed the postion that she required every time. Head facing the door, chest to the floor, ass in the air vulnerable for the taking, awaiting her arrival. "Hello slut. Ready to get fucked?"
The language that she used with me was humiliating. Mostly because it was the type of language that I always fantasized about using on submissive women, but always wimped out in the end out of shyness. As a dominant, Nicole proved superior to me in every way. She was total uninhibited. Uninhibited in her actions as well as her words. No preliminaries, no music, no wine...just a dominant, vigorous anal examination by her educated fingers as she made me beg her to remove the chastity device that could barely contain my swelling cock. And she did, only to replace it with a leather cock and ball ring and stretcher that pulled my swollen balls obscenely away from my body and locked my cock in the fully erect position.
There are as many sorts of dominant women as there are, well, women. The reasons, techniques and motivations vary. Some want to be pampered, some want lots of oral sex that they don't usually get, some just want some guy to clean their house. Nicole isn't in it for any of that stuff (although I'm sure she got lots of pampering, oral sex and house cleaning elsewhere). Nicole is one of the rare few who get off on the rough, and sometimes even violent taking of the male ass. And I possess the male ass currently on her agenda.
She put me back down into her favorite position and resumed her finger fucking, exhorting me to open my "sweet ass" with my two hands stretched behind me. She placed her leather-booted foot on my face (which was turned to the side on the floor) and ordered me to lick the sole while she fucked me. Pre-cum drooled out my swollen dick onto the floor.
