After my experience with the box, things tailed off a little bit. Over the next three weeks Mistress R granted me a couple of sessions of ass-licking (one of which, I'm pleased to say, went on for a very long time indeed!) and she tied my cock and balls up really tight once before fitting a parachute over my balls and hanging weights from it. Actually I never knew we had that many weights, I think Mistress R must have been and bought some more herself!
We did have quite a lot of normal sex though, but Mistress R never let me forget that I had to clean her up afterwards. To be honest I got used to it fairly quickly and Mistress R was kind enough to let me do it the way she knows I like it best (her sitting on or crouching over my face, letting the cum drip out of her slippery hole and into my mouth and then tonguing her clean) so I didn't really have too much to complain about. What's more, as a treat, Mistress sometimes turned the other way around afterwards and let me lick her gorgeous ass for a short while as a reward.
Mistress R also bought me a present, which I wasn't expecting. She gave it to me a few days ago and I've had to wear it 8 hours a day ever since. It's a metal ball stretching collar, which she ordered for my birthday but which was late arriving. Basically it goes around the skin between your cock and balls and weighs down your nuts, the idea being that the skin will stretch leaving your sack hanging freer than it did before. In my case this wasn't a bad idea anyway as my doctor had already told me that I ride rather 'high' so to speak, so I was rather chuffed with it. Apparently there is also a wider one, which Mistress is keeping in reserve until I am ready for it.
But to get back to the story....
Though I was enjoying myself and getting a fair amount of action, it has to be said that old habits die hard and it was inevitable that one day I would feel the urge to jerk off (which you'll remember was one of the things the contract said I wasn't allowed to do).
We hadn't had any kind of sex for a few days and while part of me should have realised that maybe Msitress R was building me up for something, all I knew at the time was that my balls were full to bursting and I fancied revisiting some of my old, familiar porn. So that day I slipped off work early and dashed home for a bit of hand relief. I dug out my porn DVD's from their hiding place and put my very favourite film in the player.
I undid my jeans and pushed them down around my ankles, before settling on the sofa with my cock in one hand and the remote in the other. I flicked through the chapters until I found my favourite scene and began to slowly stroke my meat. Every so often I would stick my fingers in my mouth and then rub my saliva onto my cockhead to lubricate my foreskin. It aroused me to taste my cock on my fingers and soon I realised that I wasn't going to last the fifteen minutes or so and flicked the disc on to the climax of the scene. As the woman on the screen climbed off the enormous cock that had been filling her arse and knelt before the guy with her eyes closed and her mouth open wide I felt that churning in my balls (despite my submissive tendencies, seeing a woman getting seriously assfucked, choking on a big cock or getting a face full of cum has never lost it's appeal!),my hand moved faster and faster around my cock until finally I groaned and erupted wave after wave of cum across my thigh and the tops of my fingers. I could barely keep my eyes open to watch the end of the scene, but I knew it well and could easily imagine the girl struggling to get her mouth around the cock before her, the remnants of his spunk hanging off her face...
But as soon as I opened my eyes I realised that something was wrong. That sound, I knew that sound....it was my wife's car. I froze for a few seconds and then snatched the remote to eject the DVD. I hobbled to the kitchen, wiped the cum from my hands and quickly pulled my jeans up, smearing the rest of my cream over my leg.
"Fuck!"
I ran back to the DVD player and plucked the disc out, frantically searching for the box.
"Fuck...fuck!!"
I heard her key in the front door as I pressed the disc into the box and slid it under the sofa, sitting down quickly and desperately trying to look casual.
The door to the lounge opened.
"Hi." She said. "What are you doing home early?"
"Oh, I erm, I had to er....". Could I think of a reason?
"What about you?" I countered, desperately trying to distract her.
"I was just bored....so I flexed off." She said, her eyes narrowing.
She looked across the room to see the DVD drawer was still open.
"Why is the DVD drawer open?" She asked.
"I was, I was going to watch something....but then I....."
My wife's eyes were tiny slits now and she dropped her handbag on the chair to her right as she came towards me. She climbed onto the sofa, knelt over my lap and bent down to kiss me on the lips.
"What have you been doing?" She asked calmly. "Tell me."
