The next few weeks were great. I hadn't thought about that guy Mike anymore and Rebecca hadn't brought it up. Our relationship progressed in a more serious direction. We met each others parents and friends and really started to become a serious couple. In the bedroom, things remained about the same. I stayed in chastity when I was not staying at her apartment, and I had gotten very used to it. I still didn't love it, but I knew it made her feel better to know I wasn't masturbating. She almost always let me cum once a week. I went down on her regularly, but I was frustrated that we hadn't had sex again.
We did, however, have our first argument. It was about Mike. I hadn't brought him up but I stopped by her condo expecting to cook dinner when she said her friends - Rachel, Tom, and Mike - asked us to meet up with them at that same pub. I was furious.
"I do not want to hang out with them!"
"why? You had a lot of fun. We both did. We don't have to stay the whole time."
"You know exactly why." I shot her a look but I could see her face changing. She went from sweet Rebecca to bedroom Rebecca and I could see the seriousness in her eyes.
"Are you joking? I seem to recall...never mind." And then she walked off into the bedroom. I felt bad. Maybe I was being too jealous.
I sat down next to her in the bed. She looked more sad than angry. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just being jealous. I'll go if you want to go."
"No, that's ok. I sort of wouldn't mind just staying in for the night anyway."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure." Then she gave me a big hug and kiss and I started to cook dinner. We had a few glasses of wine and then sat on the couch. I had expected to have a "release" tonight, but after being a bit of a jerk I didn't want to bring it up. To my surprise, Rebecca brought it up. I could tell something was off, though. Right from the start she was cold about it.
"Go get the key off my dresser."
"Umm....ok." I looked at her.
"What? You want to cum don't you? It's been a few weeks. I can tell you're irritable." That was true. I went and grabbed the key and brought it back. She told me to undress and lean over the coffee table. She unlocked me. I realized that this had been the first time the cage was off in almost a month. It felt weird but good to be free. I can't describe how horny I was after a few weeks of no release. I was immediately hard.
"Wow look at that. Already hard." I could tell by her tone that she was in a bad mood. Her tone was very mean. "I suppose you want to smell my pussy don't you John"? I said yes. Followed by a very hard slap on my ass. "What?"
"Yes ma'am."
She stood up and reached under her summer dress. She pulled down her thong and shoved it into my mouth. Smell and taste she said. I did. And I got even harder.
She took two fingers and rubbed my dick gently. It felt like heaven. It hadn't been touched in what felt like an eternity.
"Look at how fucking skinny this dick is. It's pathetic. What do you think I'm supposed to do with this?" I looked over at her. Did she want me to answer? Even though I had her thong in my mouth I tried to mumble something.
"Shut the fuck up." She slapped me hard on the ass. "I wasn't expecting a response." She kept stroking with her fingers. I could tell I was leaking a lot of precum.
"Do you know, John, that I don't even like touching this baby dick? It's not a man's dick. It doesn't turn me on. Remember when we had sex that ONE time? I couldn't even feel it. When a woman looks at a thin baby dick like this it isn't a turn on." I was torn between being hurt by what she was saying and being incredibly turned on. Partly because I needed to cum SO badly.
She stopped stroking. She told me to turn around and sit on the floor. She took her thong out of my mouth and stuck her feet in my face.
"Smell these and clean them with your tongue." I did as was told. "Your dick is no good to me. Do you understand what I'm saying John? this is what is good for me. This." And when she said "this" she pushed her foot into my face hard. Her feet smelled sweaty and dirty but I stayed very hard.
She then got up and grabbed something from the bedroom. I could see it was her dirty white socks from working out earlier. She held them in her hands.
"You're a dog. You need to cum all the time? You cant behave when you haven't cum in awhile huh?" Her tone was very mean and stern. I didn't understand what she meant. I never got to cum! Only every few weeks.
She handed me her dirty socks. "If you need to cum so much - like a dog - then I'm going to treat you like a dog. Hump these. With your own hand. And don't take your eyes off of me." I grabbed the socks and holding them I began to hump away. I put one hand on the coffee table and the other holding the socks against my dick. I started to stroke my dick.
I felt a very hard slap across my face.
"I said HUMP not masturbate your pathetic dick. Are you fucking stupid?" I was more stunned by her words than the slap. She had never called me stupid. She was probably much smart than me but never acted like this. I switched to humping my hand.
