Where should I begin? I suppose the best place would be right now, right here.
(The Second Night.)
I'm standing in front of you in a military pose called "parade rest", with my legs spread and my hands behind my back, but I'm naked. You're sitting in front of me.
"Tell me about last night, Baby, I want to hear you talk about it."
"Last night, I stood here, just like this, and you rubbed and teased my balls for an hour."
"Did it feel good?"
"Oh, God yes, it was wonderful but frustrating, of course."
"You mean, because I didn't let you come?"
"Yes, ma'am."
This is one of the things that you started doing right after we were married, just out of college. During the month when you were "unavailable for sex" as you put it, you would find ways to tease me every night but would not let me come. You wanted me so horny that as soon as you were "available" I would ravage your body with rough and repeated fucking until we were both exhausted. It always worked.
"Tell me what it felt like; I know you wanted me to tease you."
"The way you slid your fingers lightly down the sides of my balls almost tickled and yet it was exciting. When you slid your fingers under my hard balls and tapped upwards, I thought I would come."
"But you didn't because you're a good boy and it wasn't time."
"Yes, ma'am."
When we are in this role play mode and I am submissive, calling you "ma'am" acknowledges your complete control over me. It enhances the excitement and makes my orgasm intense. The soft teasing and yet authoritative tone of your voice is enough to make me hard. You know exactly what to say and how to say it.
"I like scratching your taint with my fingernails because you never know what else I may do with them."
"Yes, ma'am, you know how much I love your fingernails."
"Your nut sac gets as hard as a baseball when I use my fingernails."
"I can't help it. You know just how and where to touch me to get me excited, and to make me come when you want to. I love not knowing when you will let me come."
Over time, you have developed the perfect touch, when to apply pressure to get me to the edge and when to abate it to stall my finish. It's a sweet agony that all men love to endure. We crave it.
"What do you think about when I'm rubbing your balls?"
"I imagine how good it will feel when you finally curl your fingers around my cock."
"But even if I do that, tonight, you won't come, will you, Baby?"
"No, ma'am, not until you tell me to."
"Good boy. But what if I don't let you come until tomorrow?"
"I will dream about it and suffer until you let me come, ma'am."
I have become accustomed to the "good boy" during our ritual. It's just condescending enough to make me feel submissive without feeling degraded. And you know how much it affects me.
"Does it excite you, wondering if I will touch your cock?"
"Yes, ma'am, but it adds to the frustration, being edged just by touching my balls."
"That's good to know, Baby; maybe next month I will try it even longer."
"Will I be able to come tonight, ma'am? My balls are beginning to hurt."
"Tonight we're going to play with your balls for two hours and then you can take a shower and go to bed."
A woman cannot understand the agony of "blue balls" past the frustration. When my balls knot up and seem to shrink into my body, it feels like there is a rock, a growing pebble inside my balls. The longer I am edged and denied, the bigger and heavier that rock gets inside my balls. The weight is like a pain that seeps and spreads throughout my groin. I don't know why but I actually like it. And you know I do.
(The Third Night)
I am lying on our bed on my back, naked of course, with my arms at my sides and my legs spread open. There has never been a need for any restraints because we both know I will not move unless you tell me to.
You are naked, lying on top of me in your favorite position to tease me. Your face is hovering over my growing erection and your thighs are parted just enough to rest my face between them. Your legs are extended and your full weight rests on me.
"Can you smell how wet I am tonight, Baby?"
"Oh, God yes, you smell so good, ma'am."
"No licking, now, behave for me."
"Yes, ma'am."
The smell and taste of a woman's aroused pussy is such an aphrodisiac for men that we can rarely resist wanting to lick and suck her to orgasm. To be this close to your pussy and being denied access to it is sweet torture. But you know that.
"Tell me why you like this position; aren't I too heavy on your face?"
"No, no, ma'am, it's part of the excitement; it adds to feeling like you're in control."
"Oh, I'm in control, all right. I'll bet if I grind on your face that you'd come, wouldn't you, Baby?"
"Yes, ma'am," (almost whining in an embarrassed voice.)
Just trying to speak presses my jaw against your thighs and I know my cock must be dripping precum. I can feel your warm breath on the tip of my cock when you speak. Every word, every breath draws the skin tighter on the shaft.
"If you continue to be a good boy, I'll squeeze my legs together and smother you a little bit; I know you like that."
