Introduction
- - My wife, Sara and I have a Female-Dominant/male-submissive sexual relationship with a particular emphasis on Teasing and Denial and power exchange. Our Dominant/submissive roles are only played out in the context of our sex life. In our normal lives, we are a partnership. A team that makes decisions and organizes our life together by using our individual strengths to complement each other's weaknesses. In life, we are equals. But in the bedroom, she reigns supreme.
Sara and I have an amazing sex life, with regular times of intense sexual connection and intimacy (she calls them "sessions"), usually generated by exquisitely executed teasing and denial, and genital domination.
This story is about a life changing three-hour and thirty-eight-minute session at the end of a very intense, four-week tease and denial process.
A few days after that session, Sara came to me and asked what the experience was like for me. She wanted to know what my thought processes and feelings were. What was going on inside of me physically, mentally, and emotionally. She said she knew what it was like for her, of course, but wanted to know what it was like for me. I told her rather than try to tell her, I would write it.
This story is the result of that conversation.
The story is a very accurate transcription of events. Sara, knowing that neither of us would ever want to forget that night, set up the GoPro and captured every excruciating moment. (Hence the three-hour and thirty-eight-minute timeline).
I watched the video as I wrote, pausing to capture each event, and going back in my memory to capture my physical, mental, and emotional processes at each moment. Even though there is very little dialogue in the story, (because there was little during the session), the dialogue that is captured is exactly as it was spoken.
After reading my account, Sara suggested I share it with others. She thought there may be people who have the same type of relationship, or perhaps want one, or maybe just want a peek into this world. She also thought it might be a story that could be shared with a partner to initiate conversation. She also suggested I provide background information so readers would understand the context of our relationship, dynamics as a couple, and motivations as individuals.
As I wrote this version, Sara provided input on her thoughts and emotions as well, which I also captured here.
And so... with her permission, and collaboration, here's what happened that incredible night.
Chapter 1
- - It's Saturday night, my 30th day without an orgasm, and she has already been teasing my cock for two hours without allowing me to cum.
Normally, two hours would be about my limit for maintaining an erection, but earlier in the day Sara had me take 10mg of Cialis which she got from a friend, who "borrowed" it from her husband, just for this occasion.
Having never tried it before, I didn't really know what to expect, but at this point it's clear that I will be going for longer than two hours. My cock hasn't softened the slightest bit.
The mood is set. Soft lighting from a small lamp and a few candles scattered around our bedroom, and soft instrumental chill music coming from the sound system, have created an atmosphere filled with anticipation. We have been immersed in this atmosphere many times before, but this time feels very different.
My cock is as hard as steel, swollen, and purple - veins bulging. She is sitting next to me, Indian style, naked, diligently working my head and shaft with her hands, my cock glistening with lubrication as she works.
After 30 days without an orgasm, and 2 hours of intense teasing and denial, my cockhead is so sensitive that even the lightest of feathery touches from her delicate feminine fingers takes me to the edge of orgasm.
I'm strapped securely to the bed, my arms pulled tightly out to the sides, bound at the wrists with cuffs and straps attached to metal rings she had me install on the headboard. My legs are bound at the ankles, spread uncomfortably wide, with cuffs and straps fastened securely to matching rings on the footboard.
For this particular session, Sara has added a 5th strap, something she has never done before. It's wide, passes over my stomach and is pulled tight under the bed with a strong buckle, having the effect of preventing me from being able to move my torso at all.
These are real restraints. Not Velcro and thin nylon straps, but thick leather straps, with leather cuffs, metal buckles and rings - strong and secure - designed for this purpose. I can't get free no matter how hard I struggle.
She has also placed two pillows under my ass raising my hips, slightly arching my back, making my cock and balls extremely vulnerable and accessible, and making it impossible for me to move my hips.
Most times, I am only bound by my wrists and ankles, giving me enough freedom to twist, move, and squirm - something she normally enjoys watching as I try desperately to get more friction, or get away from her, depending on what she's doing. But this time, with the new strap across my stomach, and the pillows under me, it's different.
For what she has planned tonight, she wants me completely immobilized, unable to escape her grasp, wriggle away, or move my hips in such a way that it adds stimulation to my cock. She has completely accomplished that goal. I can't move my hips at all.
Tonight, my body is her defenseless play-toy because that's the way she wants it. And in the bedroom, Sara always gets exactly what she wants.
Chapter 2
About Sara:
- - Sara has a bubbly, playful personality. She loves people, parties, and gatherings of any type, accepting every invitation for us to go out with friends. She's funny, witty, and kind, many times being the life of the party.
She has a soft heart towards anyone or anything in trouble. Stray dogs, homeless people, and hurting people, pull on her heart strings, always bringing out her desire to nurture and help those in need. As you will see in this story, based on our sex life, you would never think this was true. But surprisingly, it is.
Sara is a beautiful woman. She has a wholesome, girl-next-door look, with a dozen or so freckles splashed across her nose and cheeks, and a smile that lights up a room.
She has piercing blue eyes which are usually the first thing people notice when they look at her face. She almost never wears makeup, not needing it, and loving the freedom of not having to worry about it.
Her highlighted brunette hair is long, thick, and wavy, and is usually pulled back in a ponytail, draped down her back in a thick braid, or flowing loosely over her slight, feminine shoulders.
In my opinion, she has a flawless body. At five feet four inches and 120 lbs, she is petite, with a slim, athletic figure, flat stomach, arms and legs that are toned from regular workouts, and an ass that is firm, having a sexy, rounded shape.
Biking, running, playing tennis, swimming, and weight training at the gym are consistent parts of her weekly schedule, and they keep her body looking healthy and sexy.
Her skin is tanned, with no tan lines due to our backyard pool and privacy fence. Her perfect C cup breasts are firm, with quarter sized areolas, slightly darker than her skin, and slightly protruding nipples.
Her pussy is perfect. She used to shave and wax relentlessly, preferring perfectly smooth skin in that area, but after years of nicks, razor-burn, in-grown hairs, stubble, and pain, she decided to endure the discomfort and expense of Brazilian laser hair removal. She is now perfectly smooth, all the time, everywhere.
She has soft pink lips that slightly open when she's turned on, revealing that wonderful pink opening that is so perfectly designed to bring intense pleasure to a cock, and that small pink nub that is so perfectly designed to provide her with intense sexual pleasure.
Giving her oral sex is heavenly.
She is not the lingerie type, except for rare occasions, and not a girly-girl in the normal sense of the word. She is down to earth, preferring flannel shirts, jeans, T-shirts, shorts, sneakers and flip flops over dresses, skirts, and high heels. Yoga pants and sweats are also a regular part of her ensemble.
But she also knows how to dress up. Weddings, special occasions, and dinners at nice restaurants, will find her with her hair up, loose tendrils framing her beautiful face, wearing a sexy/classy dress, high heels, and expertly applied, understated makeup that enhances her natural beauty. She attracts the attention of every person in the room when she walks in.
She always goes pantyless when she wears a dress or skirt, even short ones, loving the freedom and secret sexiness, that she knows drives me crazy, and enjoying the occasional refreshing whisps of air that find their way up her skirt when she's outside in public.
In addition to her ridiculously distracting physical characteristics, she is also brilliant. She has three university degrees. In addition to her undergraduate degree in finance, she has her MBA, and a teaching degree.
She's a type A overachiever in every sense of the word.
The last thing you should know about Sara is that she loves being naked. Weather permitting (and we live where it's warm for a good part of the year), she almost never wears clothes around the house, and never wears a bra outside the house.
Our completely private pool has set her free from traditional views on the confines of clothing. After experiencing the freedom of nudity in the pool and around the house, she has become a full-on nudist, and has turned me into one as well. She would live her whole life naked if she could. Walking around a grocery store in nothing but flipflops is a recurring fantasy of Her's.
The first thing we do when we walk into our home is strip down and hang our clothes on hooks we have by the door, making it easy to dress and undress as we come and go throughout the day.
Living this way has taught me restraint. Seeing her doing chores around the house like vacuuming, cooking dinner, or doing laundry, while naked, always affects me as you might expect.
But she insists that I conduct myself as a gentleman, refraining from overt sexual advances or comments, unless specifically invited. It is really just another way for her to tease and deny me without much work on her part, which she finds amusing, and satisfying.
