I'm Veronica, and I torture my masochistic husband.
We've been married for four years. My husband was looking for a relationship where the woman would be in control, which I craved.
My husband wanted a tease and denial relationship and I thought that would be fun. I enjoyed helping him pick out a stainless steel chastity cage for him to wear. It took about a month for him to get used to wearing the cage 24/7 but we got there.
Besides sexual denial, my favorite torture is very simple and yet so effective. When I'm in the mood, I call my husband up to the bedroom. I have him undress, then I lock his wrists behind his back with two leather wrist restraints and a padlock. I unlock his chastity cage and lock a Kali's teeth ring on his cock. The ring we have is a metal cylinder about an inch long with 44 nail points on the inside. The nail points don't puncture his skin, but they press into his dick. Once locked on the base of my husband's shaft, any full erection is painful for him.
After I've locked him in his Kali, then I undress. I usually hear a wince or two from my husband by the time I'm naked. Then I lie down sideways on the bed. My husband kneels down by the side of the bed on a pillow I've placed on the floor. I put my legs on his shoulders and he eats my pussy for as long as I want.
Not only do I get an orgasm or two, but the act of pleasuring me also gives my husband pleasure, which causes him to get several erections. His Kali reminds him that it's not a good idea for him to get so erect. Over the course of an hour or so, I'll cum and I'll hear him moan at least four or five times. Definitely a win-win for me.
Like I said, this is my favorite torture. I have my husband eat my pussy restrained this way about once a week. Fun times. This story, however, is about my second favorite torture.
In our basement, we have a TV and a DVD player in one corner. When I'm in the mood, I'll call my husband up to the bedroom and have him undress. With his hands held behind his head, I'll unlock his chastity cage and lock him in his Kali. Then I'll tell him to lock himself in his cinder block stocks.
My husband will go down to the basement, and put two cinder blocks on the floor in front of the TV, one on top of the other. Then he'll sit down on the floor, put his feet and ankles through the two holes in the bottom cinder block, and lock them with a pair of ankle cuffs. Finally, he puts his hands and wrists into the two holes in the top cinder block and locks them with a pair of handcuffs.
The keys to the cuffs are hanging on the wall by the TV. Once my husband locks himself up in his cinder blocks, there's no easy way for him to get free. The cinder blocks keep his arms and legs straight, much like a wooden or metal stock. The cinder blocks are a lot cheaper and just as effective at immobilizing him.
I usually give him a good 15 to 20 minutes to lock himself up before I go down to the basement and check on him. Once I see he's securely locked up, I pick out a lesbian porn DVD for him to watch.
My first rule is that it must be lesbian porn. I allow my husband to purchase whichever lesbian porn DVDs he wants.
I have two reasons for insisting on lesbian porn. One, when I start the DVD, I say, "The women in this house cum as much as they want." A little childish, sure, but I enjoy teasing my husband with that line.
Two, I'm bisexual, and sometimes I'll come down to the basement alone and watch some of the porn my husband purchased. I've only seen a few minutes of a few of the DVDs. I get off pretty quickly to porn and once I'm done, I lose interest in the video. I mean, does anyone watch porn for the story?
Anyone but my husband. My second rule is that my husband has to write the total run time of the DVD on a piece of white tape on the back of each DVD case, so I don't have to hunt for it.
My third rule is that when I pick out a DVD for him to watch, I'll be gone for at least as long as the run time. Sure, sometimes I'll sit and watch him watch the porn, but that's fun for maybe 10 to 15 minutes, which is long enough for me to cum masturbating to his Kali torturing him.
Usually, I'll go upstairs and sit on the living room sofa to do my nails and read while he's watching porn. A couple of times, when I was engrossed in the novel I was reading, I forgot my husband was locked in the basement, and I left him down there for four or five hours. Oops.
One day, I decided I wanted to watch some lesbian porn. I was looking through the DVDs for something fun to watch, when I came across two new DVDs I hadn't seen before. They featured large breasted women, which both my husband and I enjoy.
One of the ways that I tease my husband is by limiting his access to my large 38F breasts. The only times he gets to see my tits are when I'm edging him, which is about once a week, and when I'm torturing him, which is about once a week. So, he sees them twice a week for a few hours. I don't allow him to touch them much.
I have my husband earn his tit touching time. Simply put, he has to help me orgasm with his hands or mouth 30 times before I allow him to gently caress my tits for a minute. Two seconds of gentle caressing for each orgasm. Generally, that means he gets to gently caress my tits once every five to six weeks.
With the lesbian DVD torture, I don't even have to show my husband my tits. The porn has plenty of tits for him to enjoy, at least as much as his Kali allows him.
The first scene of the DVD had two women, both naked. One was lying on the bed reading a magazine, and the other was standing on the side of the bed with her wrists locked behind her back. The woman lying on the bed put the magazine down and commanded the woman in restraints to get on the bed and eat her pussy. I enjoyed the scene a lot and got off in less than ten minutes listening to the woman on the bed berate the woman in restraints for her lousy pussy eating.
As I was putting the DVD away, I absentmindedly flipped the case over to see how long the run time was.
Seven hours! I was looking at a seven-hour compilation DVD. I'd never seen a DVD that ran for that long.
All of the other DVDs were one or two hours. My husband had previously purchased one compilation DVD that ran for three hours. That was the DVD I picked out the two times when I forgot my husband was locked in the basement.
My husband knew my rules, Did he really want me to leave him locked in the basement for a minimum of seven hours?
That night, after dinner, I casually mentioned to my husband that I found his lesbian compilation DVDs. I asked him point-blank if he wanted me to leave him locked in the basement for more than seven hours.
He looked at me sheepishly and whispered, "Yes."
I thought about his answer for the next couple of days. I decided to test him to see if he could handle such a long torture.
I picked out a novel that I wanted to read on my Kindle. Most novels, I finish in three or four hours. This time, I picked a long historical novel that would probably take me a good eight hours to finish.
Once I had the novel downloaded, I waited for my opportunity. That Saturday morning, after I first woke up and had my husband eat me, I told him to strip out of his flannel pajamas. After locking his Kali on, I told him to go lock himself in the basement.
I was feeling somewhat sadistic, especially right after having my husband eat me to a so-so orgasm, so I took a long shower and got dressed before I went down to the basement to check on him. I picked out his three-hour compilation DVD for him to watch, and went back upstairs to read my novel. I had decided to save the seven-hour DVD for the special occasion I was planning.
I hoped I would hear him from the living room if he cried out when the torture proved to be too much. As far as my husband knew, the torture would last at least three hours. He had no idea I was going to leave him down there until dinner time, about eight hours later.
For me, the time passed quickly. I was enjoying the novel, and I almost forgot about lunch. My growling stomach made me put the Kindle down and go into the kitchen. While I sat at the table eating a chef salad, I thought about my husband in the basement. The compilation DVD would just about be ending. Little did he know that he was going to watch it almost two more times before I unlocked him.
By the time I looked up from the novel again, it was just after six. Shit, I'd been reading for over nine hours and I still hadn't finished it. Oh well. I put the Kindle down, took a minute to compose myself, and went down to the basement. The DVD was starting its fourth playback and was in the middle of the first scene.
I didn't say anything, and neither did my husband. I unlocked him from the cinder blocks and massaged his arms and legs for maybe 30 minutes. I helped him stand and helped him up the stairs to the living room sofa.
While my husband sat on the sofa and recovered, I made broiled chicken breasts and mashed potatoes. When dinner was on the table, I helped him walk from the sofa to the table.
While we were eating dinner, I asked him how he felt.
"Stiff" he replied.
My husband didn't comment further. I suppose he enjoyed his torture. At times, he's not very communicative. I took his silence as implied consent that he wanted me to occasionally leave him locked in the basement for nine or more hours.
I'd been contemplating a plan in my mind for about a week. Now that I knew he could endure over nine hours of basement bondage, I decided to implement my plan.
First, some details. I not only torture my husband, I also cuckold him.
When I first met my husband, I already had a relationship with a man I've known since high school, Chuck.
Chuck and I dated in high school, but we didn't get along well when we spent too much time together. It was years before we both figured out that we had dominant personalities and got on each other's nerves when we were together too much.
After I graduated from college, Chuck and I got back together occasionally, and to this day, we remain friends with benefits.
About once a month, Chuck drives down from Philadelphia to Edgewood to spend a weekend with us. Well, a weekend with me. While he's with us Saturday afternoon and Sunday, my husband is our servant and torture object.
Chuck had just visited us a couple of weekends ago. That meant he'd be back in a couple of weeks. The weekend I was planning would take place in approximately six weeks.
