It was six months! Not just any sixth months. No these were the best six months of my life. If the rest of my days are only half as good, I'll consider myself lucky.
Yes, today was the sixth month anniversary of the marriage of my Mistress and I. I have willingly devoted all my energies to ensuring her complete happiness, no matter the consequences for myself. Now I would learn if I had met the high expectations of my wonderful Wife/Mistress/Owner.
As I knelt on the floor in front of the door with my head bowed and my eyes facing the floor, I heard Mistress' key in the lock. With a flourish, the door opened and in walked my beautiful wife. Without closing the door, she stood before me, her feet (encased in an open toe stiletto pumps) just below my lips. As soon as she snapped her fingers, I began kissing/licking/worshipping her shoes. She snapped her fingers a second time (my signal to stop worshipping her feet) and then turned around. She snapped her fingers again which was my signal to lift up her skirt (she wore no panties today) and began to worship her glorious asshole.
While my tongue was exploring the depth's of my wife's asshole, she opened the door and invited her lover inside. They were hugging and kissing each other and while I was attending to her backside. After too short a time, she broke her embrace and then snapped her fingers, ending my worship time.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting long?"
"Oh no, of course not Mistress. It just gave me time to reflect upon how lucky I am to be married and belong to a woman as wonderful as you."
"Thanks, darling. Why don't you go inside strip down to your garter belt and stockings and stand with your hands by your side. Michael and I will be in shortly."
Naturally, I complied with her wishes. It had been nearly nine months since I last had an orgasm. I would do anything to ensure that Mistress would be in a good mood this evening. Perhaps after six months of marriage, Mistress would grant me an orgasm this evening.
Mistress returned and began to fit a thick leather belt around my waist and a collar around my neck. Next, she placed leather cuffs around my wrists and attached the cuffs to the belt with a eight inch length of chain. Thus secured, Mistress reached for the gold chain that hung around her slender neck. On that chain were two of the three keys to my chastity device. As often as possible, and tonight was no exception, she wore tops with a plunging neckline so that the keys would always be visible to me. Or visible to others, some of whom were brave enough to ask her about the keys. My wife never failed to tell them the truth.
"They are the keys to my happiness!" How true.
You look into my eyes as you remove the chain from around your neck. We both smile, knowing (or in my case, hoping) that my cock would be unlocked.
Sure enough, you unlocked the cb-3000. As soon as it is released, my cock begins to harden. It would have even if she hadn't been stroking it. Once I was one stroke away from cumming, she pinched off the blood flow to my cock. She then tied one end of a length of rawhide around the head of my cock, just under the crown. Once secured, she loops the other end through the d-ring in the collar I wore around my neck.
"Sit down my darling. Tell me honestly, what are your thoughts and feelings about our first six months of marriage. Do you think we should remain married or should we divorce and go our separate ways?"
This line threw me for a loop. Was she dissatisfied with me? With my performance? Had I not met her expectations? How had I failed her?
"Mistress, please forgive me if I have caused you to have any misgivings. From my point of view, the past six months have been absolutely wonderful. I would do anything to see that we remain married and I would love to continue to serve and please you for the rest of my life."
"I'm so glad you to hear that. I know the past six months must have seemed like hell for the typical male. But then we both know you're hardly typical, far from it. That's why I know how much you've enjoyed the first 6 months of our marriage.
"Quite frankly, I don't know that I could have ever married anyone but you. You are an extraordinary man -- you have done nothing to limit my freedom and everything to see that I am always happy. What truer form of love could there be?
"So, of course, like you, I wish to continue the marriage 'till death do us part.'"
I couldn't believe my good fortune. Without waiting for her to finish (I realized I might be punished) I blurted out "Oh thank you Mistress. You have made me the happiest man on earth."
"No doubt then you'll want to hear the good news."
"Yes Mistress."
"Remember when I said you'd never get to fuck me?"
"Of course Mistress. And I completely understand and agree why you said that."
"Go on"
"My cock and balls are hardly up to the task of pleasing you. Penile penetration would have no effect on you at all. Worse it would bore you and be a waste of your precious time...time that could be spent with my tongue worshipping your precious pussy or your glorious asshole. Or you could have one of your lovers give you the intensely deep fucking you so richly deserve."
"Well put but slightly off the mark. I now think that I'd like you to fuck me. Not often, hardly ever, but I would like to be fucked by you."
"If I may ask, Mistress, what changed your mind?"
"Two things. First, according to bylaws of the church, we have to consummate the marriage in the first year and second, I'll get off knowing the price you'll have to pay to fuck me.
"You see, I have learned that in order to promote good prostate health, your system needs to be relieved of sperm. Right now your balls are more full than they'll ever be. So tonight, you are going to experience intense pain...but I'm getting to that.
"From now on, I will make sure that your system is "evacuated" once a month. Before you get excited, let explain. There are two ways to achieve this "evacuation". One way is through a typical male orgasm. Rest assured, we will use this method no more than three times per year.
"The second way is through a process called "milking". Essentially, by massaging your prostrate, your balls are drained by a constant stream dripping from your cock. Sadly for you, this second method provides none of the ecstasy you'd experience from an orgasm. Instead, it is extremely humiliating and in the end, it will only add to your constant sexual frustration.
"Before any evacuation, you will need to provide my lover (or lovers -- depends who's around) at least one blowjob (to completion). You will also provide me with five orgasms in addition to cleaning me after any sexual encounter with my lover. Are you with me so far?"
"Yes Mistress."
"You need to know that I have become extremely fond of caning your balls. Therefore, this activity will play an important role in your evacuation. Does this frighten you?"
"Yes Mistress but I am so thankful for your concern over my cum filled balls. The fact that you are willing to have me evacuated once a month is just another sign of your love for me. I will be happy to endure any pain in order to comply with your wishes."
"I'm glad you feel that way. Each month, before your evacuation, you will beg me for the privilege of an orgasm. I will decide whether or not you are worthy.
"Most months, I will not grant your wish. Instead, after providing orgasms to my lover and I, I will cane your balls 50 times and then give you a prostate milking.
"On those rare months when I do allow an orgasm, I will choose whether to let you masturbate or fuck me. If I allow you to masturbate, you will service my lover and I and then have your balls caned 150 times. If I decide to let you fuck me, you will have your balls caned 500 times. Except for the first time I fuck you...that will require your balls to be caned 1000 times.
"Sounds most fair doesn't it?"
"It sounds wonderful Mistress. I thank you so much for even allowing me to hope to have a chance to fuck you."
