Well, my poor hubby has really struggled this week, as I've insisted that he stop his masturbation habit completely, or face the consequences. We had sex on the Saturday, so by last Tuesday he was climbing the walls with frustration, so I offered to give him some hand relief if he will promise not to cum again until Saturday.
He agreed, but I told him he'd have to wait until Wednesday night, but that he could lick me and make me cum straight away. He was very enthusiastic and gave me a lovely orgasm, although I criticized him for being a bit too quick, which was selfish of him. There's always room for improvement :)
Anyway, Wednesday evening, true to my word I gave him a very brief hand job, then made him lick my hand clean of all his cum, and there was plenty! I also insisted that he get on his knees and thank me profusely for relieving him mid week.
When Friday night arrived, I gave him his 15 minute paddling, which is for maintenance, and then had him lick me to orgasm again, after which he had to do without again, which was a real turn on for me. I consoled him by promising to wear the present he'd bought me during the week on Saturday evening. It's a lovely corset with little violet sparkles all over.
He was so excited, the poor thing, and Saturday he surpassed himself using his tongue for ages, with me wearing only the corset and being totally pampered and selfish. In the end I let him enter me, and ride me hard, which lasted all of thirty seconds.
I enjoyed it all so much I let him have me Sunday morning as well, which was a much more satisfactory performance on his part.
To round it all off nicely, I straddled his face after he'd cum in me, and rode his tongue to a final orgasm.
This is my new reality, and I love it!!!
Well my super hubby has been such a star recently, he's accepted my dominance over him with very little dissent, and he's even tried really hard to give up masturbating for me. There was just one little slip, in the middle of Wednesday night, when he thought I was asleep. He had his back to me in bed and was surreptitiously wanking his dick with his hand, so I rolled over and yawned, which stopped him in his tracks, then I pretended to go to sleep, so he resumed, then I put my arm around him, still feigning sleep, and let my hand fall on his hand and penis. This had him stuck, he couldn't go on wanking, but with my hand touching him, he was hard as a rock!
So, I just occasionally moved my hand, as if twitching in my sleep, which was obviously driving him mad with frustration. Finally, I gripped his penis gently, pushing his hand out of the way, and started to gently stroke him, he was getting closer and closer, and I stroked slower and slower, and more and more gently, which was driving him even more insane with frustration. Just as I thought he might burst into tears I gripped a little harder and started to pick up the pace, and when I knew he was unable to stop I told him to cum, which he did in seconds, filling my hand with his slippery essence. When he'd calmed down a bit, I put my hand to his mouth and he licked it clean.
He said sorry, again, and again, kissing my hand all the while, but I pulled my hands away and gripped his balls, and squeezed pretty hard, making him draw in his breath, trying not to cry out. I told him that I loved him, but that he must always ask permission before masturbating , and he agreed enthusiastically, relieved to be let off so lightly, and excited that maybe I would let him masturbate when he next gets desperate. I let go and kissed his cheek.
I would never give permission for him to masturbate, of course, or in fact, to cum during the week at all, but saying no will be fun.
Anyway, we got to Saturday evening, and hubby was climbing the walls with frustration again, trying to touch me at every opportunity, trying to look up my skirt, rubbing his crotch against me whenever he got near, so I decided to give him a treat, since he had been such a good boy.
