Anything For Her 1

DISCLAIMER: This story features a loving couple who participate in female domination, cuckolding, humiliation, chastity and cum-eating with the consent of both parties. If these themes offend you, feel free to discontinue reading now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story.

It almost feels like a dream when you're not in the middle of it. The days when you're not in chastity are relatively normal; your every waking moment isn't occupied by the subtle ache that fills your mind. You almost don't remember how it feels to be reduced to your primal urges, when the familiar flooding of cum into your balls is the shadow of every breath.

Your state of mind when in chastity can only be described as trance-like, from the moment she locks you in it, to the moment of freedom when the device comes off. In chastity, you submit to her completely. You allow her control over a central part of your life: your experience of sexual release. You're unable to touch yourself whenever you feel the urge to; it's not that simple any more.

You cherish the moment that she tells you you've earned your freedom. Handing the key to your pleasure to the woman you love is the ultimate surrender. Her dominance is her time in the sun, and you love to watch her bloom.

I've been submitting to this dreamlike state with my girlfriend for a fair while now. It started out as a way to stop me masturbating too much, as that had become a distraction. Initially she was only vaguely interested in the idea of chastity. Seeing her grow into the complex and confident fem-dom fatale she is now has made the exploration of this fetish greater than I could have hoped for.

She began by agreeing to place me in the device for a few days. She quickly began to enjoy denying me, and refusing to unlock me. In time, she wove an unspoken fetish of hers into the chastity experience -- she roped me into cuckolding.

It started with a casual, open conversation about our fetishes while lying in bed one Sunday morning. I listed mine: eating my own cum (which she had gotten me into through her amazing powers of mental conditioning), chastity, and voyeurism. She started counting hers on her fingers: rough sex, light BDSM, exhibitionism, and having sex with another guy while I watch.

I was shocked by this. "Before you get mad about it," she began, "let me describe how I'd like to do it, maybe you'll find it hot too."

She had an amazing talent for unlocking feelings in me I never knew were there. With each sentence that she uttered, I found myself experiencing a confronting mixture of emotions -- it was an intense jealousy and anger at the idea of another guy even touching her, but it was coupled with desire and lust.

By the time she finished describing her fetish to me, I hated to admit that I was turned on. The next time we had sex, she would whisper snippets of her fantasy scenario in my ear. The more she described herself being fucked while I would be forced to watch and unable to participate, the firmer I grew and the harder I fucked her. From that day on, she made a point to bring the fantasy up almost every time we had sex.

After a few months of this verbal conditioning, she proposed acting on her fetish in only a very mild way, to test the waters of how much we might like the reality. I'd been in chastity for five days when she went to the city for the evening. She had left me with my limp dick and no fun to be had in her absence, only torturous thoughts. She'd decided not to wear panties under her skintight dress. She knew this would drive me wild, the fact that I couldn't fuck her even if I tried, and wearing no panties, she was theoretically easy for all the other guys to fuck.

Though she didn't meet anyone who was up to her standards that evening, it didn't take her long to find the ideal man to fuck her like in her fantasy. He was a friend-of-a-friend she had met at a St Patrick's Day party at one of the bars in town. She told him she was in an open relationship, and that she had a thing for exhibitionism. She was happy to find he was a flexible guy when it came to anything kinky, the kind of guy to say "I'll try anything once."

They casually dated, and I was fine with her being intimate with him alone. Come to think of it, that's probably what made it so hot. He had already learned the things she liked and the best ways to use her body by the time the big day came along.

I'd been tied up by her the night it all came to fruition. I expected her to make me earn my freedom by eating my own cum, as she liked to do at the end a week or so of chastity. My balls were so full of cum from the week's worth of being teased and locked into this cage. She had an evil glint in her eye like she was up to something, but she usually did when she was planning on making me eat my cum, so I didn't think anything was up.

She followed me down after what seemed like a longer time than usual, and she was stripped down to her lingerie, a light pink lacy bra and panties with matching thigh-high stockings and garter. This was certainly a surprise, she usually made sure she had nice underwear on when she was going to have her way with me but this was obviously extra effort.

Things changed dramatically once she had me restrained, my hands tied to the top posts of the bed and my feet spread apart, tied to the bottom posts. She laid the key to the chastity device next to my hand, only an inch or two away from reach. 'You're such a tease," I said.

She smiled cheekily and knelt down on the bed, kissing me lightly and then deeply. She kissed down my bare shoulders and ran her hands over my body, giving me goosebumps. My desire for her was stronger than ever, but it always felt that way when she made me this vulnerable. Her being dominant with me made me lust after her like you would a crush that you knew was out of your league. I didn't feel worthy of her touch as she ran her graceful fingers over the waist of my boxers. Feeling her warm hand move below the elastic and caress my hips, thighs and balls made my whole body flush with desire.

She then straddled me, pulling down my boxers and grinding her lace-clothed pussy against my concealed cock. I felt the strain as my cock ached to grow hard in response to her body being so close to mine, and with so little clothing. She pouted as she looked at me. "Oh dear..." she began, in a baby-like voice, "I really want to fuck you, but, I've lost the key... I don't know where it is!"

She looked around with mock concern, and hopped off the bed. She ruffled pillows and eventually stood there with her hands on her hips. "Whatever will I do now?" she said in a light, sing-song voice, a smile in her eyes that betrayed her act of genuine worry.

I looked up to where she'd placed the key. Yep, it was definitely still there. I rolled my eyes. "What are you playing at now?" I said and smirked at her. She pouted at me again.

"No, this is serious! Oh, gosh, I really need a good hard cock in me, but... you're so soft! You can't get hard even if you tried!" She paced around the room for a few seconds, and then said with a small gasp. "I know, wait a second." She then turned around with cute determination and I watched as her sexy, slim body walked through the door. I heard her footsteps upstairs, and I tried to piece it all together. She could have a dildo she was going to bring down, and make me watch her fuck herself with it before she 'found' the key.

Then I realized why she was wearing such alluring lingerie, and why she had taken so long to come down and tie me up in the first place. She had him here. Oh, shit, it was really happening. My mind started to race, half with excitement and half with embarrassment. Did I really want this guy seeing me tied up on the bed like this? The more I thought about it the more I realized he would probably barely even notice me. This bedroom could be a warzone, and any man's attention would be completely devoted to her the minute they saw that body in that pink lace.

My anticipation grew as I waited, and sure enough when the door to the bedroom opened, it was my girlfriend, and her man. She was stumbling backwards, kissing him passionately as he manhandled her into the room. She broke the kiss only to pull his shirt off, and he immediately then pawed at her soft, full breasts through her bra. She moaned as he leaned down to kiss her neck.

His muscular body looked good next to her soft, slim curves. I was half in shock and half aroused. This was the kind of thing you would never really imagine seeing: the girl you love and fuck being like this with another guy. I felt myself growing hornier and hornier as I watched them.

He unhooked her bra, and laid her down on the couch which was strategically placed directly across from the bed. It was like watching the hottest porn star in the world having her tits sucked and her pussy gently and firmly fingered, but it was real, it was her. I felt jealousy kick me in the guts as his hands explored her pussy, his mouth on her mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of her, making her whimper. Her perky breasts heaved slowly with each deep breath as he kissed and sucked her nipples.

She moved her hand down and unbuttoned his jeans as he touched her. Her small hands held his hips for a moment before she guided his jeans and boxers down. His cock was raging hard as it emerged, her small hands looking so innocent next to his large, smooth pink cock. His lightly tanned skin complemented her creamy, pale body. I felt a strange emotion, something almost like contentment, growing inside me. I nearly wanted to be happy with my place here and enjoy her pleasure vicariously.

And then she winked at me. She pulled away from the kiss for a flash of a second and winked at me with this bitchy little expression on her face. That was it, now I was pissed. My cock ached to fuck her tight little body, the frustration in me yearning to be released. I wanted to go over to the couch, grab her and throw her down, pin her to the bed and pull her hands behind her back as I fucked her senseless. I struggled against the restraints but no matter how hard I tried they wouldn't budge. This was absolute torture.

But at the same time I was so horny, I was so turned on, and now she was pushing him back against the couch. She was kissing down his neck like she does with me. All I could think about was those lips and how they felt when she kissed me earlier, now they were kissing him. Her kisses trailed down and ended up at his long, stiff cock.

He kept his eyes on her innocent, sweet-looking face as though I wasn't even there. If I were there in his mind, I must have been a fly on the wall, insignificant. I wanted to do something to claim her, but what could I even do? She was more into this sex with him than she had been with me in a long time. Still, the fact that I wasn't even able to try and fuck her was torturous. Not only was I tied up but I couldn't even get hard.

She leaned in with her mouth and was about to put her lips around his cock, when she turned to me and looked straight into my eyes with an almost smirking smile. She then immediately looked me up and down with a clinical expression, as though I were nothing but a mild annoyance, and then looked back to him. "That guy's a fucking loser," she said, before plunging his cock into her mouth.

She bobbed her pretty little head up and down on his cock, and if that comment weren't enough to make my chest feel suddenly heavy with jealousy, his large hands then wrapped around her head. He began thrusting back and forth between her lips, pulling her head onto his cock. The worst part was that she looked up at him like she loved it.

This was the most confusing, conflicting feeling I had ever had in my entire life. I was so pissed off, so jealous, so mad - but at the same time, my cock was dripping precum like crazy, my balls were producing more cum than I knew they could, my entire body felt sensitive and horny. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, better than any porn I could imagine. I looked up at the key, so teasingly close to my hand. Even if I were able to reach it though, I couldn't untie myself. God she was fucked up.

I watched as she pulled back from him and he placed his hands on either side of her waist. He got up and laid her on her back. His strong body leaned over her as he put his long, thick cock at her entrance. I saw her sexy little smile as she nodded, and he then inserted himself inside her. I knew how good that felt.

Her pussy was the tightest, most perfectly ribbed creation that could ever milk a cock. I'd been with plenty of girls in my time but she was something special, and here he was, just casually sliding his cock into her. There wasn't even any lube involved. She always needed a little with me.

This whole thing felt like a huge slap in the face. I wanted to shove him off of her and fuck her, hold her how she liked it, angle my cock against her g-spot and fuck her hard until she was rendered to a useless, squealing, gushing mess. I realized that she wouldn't want me to when she could choose him instead. My cock ached and strained to grow hard but it was pointless. I couldn't offer her what she needed, the pounding of a big, hard cock.

It didn't take long for her to be gripping his back firmly as he thrust into her, their rhythm was slow but so hot to watch. She fucked him back at times, her hips grinding to get him deeper inside her, and she moaned softly as he leaned down and kissed her, his finger and thumb kneading her hard nipples.

She had one hand on his muscular arm and the other rubbing her clit, slowly at first, and then as his thrusts quickened pace, she matched it with her fingertips. Rubbing in circles, she would thrust her hips to meet his bucks and grind her pussy against him. Her moans turned to quick, small whimpers, and soon she cried out, "Fuck I'm gonna cum."

He then had the audacity to take a hand and place it around her throat as he fucked her. I knew she liked light choking sometimes, but she always made me ask her consent first. He just went right ahead and did it. She looked up at him in so much pleasure, her face contorting as she reached the pinnacle of building. She moaned as she came, him telling her in a low voice, "Yeah that's right, fucking cum for me baby."

Her body writhed below him, her shoulders shaking a little. It was obviously a far better orgasm than I'd ever given her. She pulled him down and forced him into a long, deep kiss as he fucked her slow and purposefully.

Again, his pace quickened, and she kissed his neck as his thrusts regained speed. She looked into his eyes and said, "I want you to cum for me, I want your cum inside me, I want it all, please." He said he was going to give it to her, and only a few moments later, I saw his brow screw up and his head tilt back. A deep groan escaped his lips as he thrust balls deep inside her.

The competitiveness I was being forced to feel reached a delirious new height at that exact moment. I wanted to say something, to threaten him, but I knew how feeble that would be. It was done, his cum was inside her, there was nothing I could do.

My girlfriend then caught my eye and walked toward me. "I think you know what happens next, baby," she cooed. Her eyes sparkled as she crawled onto the bed. Before I knew it, she was above me, her pussy hovering just slightly above my mouth. "Open up," she said.

"Why?" I asked, one last-ditch attempt at defiance and preserving my dignity.

"Because if you want me to unlock you, slave, you will do as I say. Now, eat his cum, and see what a real man's cum tastes like. I already know how much better it tastes than yours, now it's your turn. Eat it, or else."

No less than a second after, my mouth was ravenously on her pussy. I put my tongue in her cunt hungrily, lapping up her wetness combined with his cum. It did taste really good, admittedly, better than my own. The pure, undeniable evidence of his coming inside her poured and trickled out onto my tongue. I gulped down the smooth, warm cum, and hoped desperately that she would stick to her word.

After she appeared satisfied with my efforts, she raised herself from my mouth and knelt back over my waist. She brought a finger toward my face, and scooped some cum off of my chin. "Whoops," she said in a cute voice, "looks like you missed some. We don't want that now do we?"

I shook my head and she looked for moment as though she were pondering something. She then turned to the other guy, who seemed to have been sitting on the couch watching her, and said, "What do you think? Should I unlock this loser, or do you want me again?"

He didn't give her an answer verbally, but his intentions were clear when he strode over to her with wide steps. He aggressively pulled her back off the bed, his arms wrapped around her waist and chest. He then turned her to the side, grinding his huge cock against her entrance as though her pussy were his property. He then pushed his cock inside her wet cunt, and I heard her gasp and giggle a little as she adjusted to the feeling of his cock inside her again.

He then picked her up with his strong arms and shoved her over the bed, so she was leaning down toward the bed facing me, and I could see his body behind her as he fucked her. "Oh god, fuck yes, your cock feels so good, don't stop," my girlfriend cried out as he slammed into her. Seeing all the ways her face twisted in pleasure so close up was awful, but so hot. I hoped that I made her look even a fraction of that much in pleasure when I fucked her. Somehow, I doubted it.

One of his hands made its way around her throat while the other grabbed hold of her hip and pulled her tight against him with each thrust. I saw her eyes widen and then begin to close as she made unintelligible noises, obviously getting close, before she cried out, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming on your cock, don't stop, please!"

He didn't stop, ramming into her without remorse. He moved the hand that was on her hip and began pulling her hair, and soon after, he blew his second load into her. By this point I was sweating all over the bed sheets, my hair sticking against my forehead. When he pulled out of her, I watched as his cum poured out of her pussy and onto the floor. My entire body brimmed with rage like I had never felt before.

She ignored me completely, turned around as soon as he pulled out, and began kissing him intensely. She put her small hands on his chest as she kissed him, and when they broke the kiss, she looked him in the eyes and said softly, "I'll meet you upstairs." He nodded in agreement and left the room, making no acknowledgment of me as he did.

My girlfriend gave me a radiant smile, her eyes and face glowing with what could only be described as exhilaration and happiness. It was clear that this fantasy was everything she had hoped it would be in reality and more. "I'll be back to untie you and stuff in a sec, I wanna say goodbye to him," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She then left me to the empty room and my cock straining against the cage.

After a few minutes, she came back down wearing her black silk geisha-style nightgown. I was so ready to be finally released from these ties, and unlocked from this chastity device. I couldn't wait to fuck her raw and fill her up with my cum. My entire body ached to hold her close and break her down. I needed her, more than ever. I needed to mark her as mine.

She came over and planted a quick kiss on my lips as she untied my hands, and then my feet. The red marks from where I had strained so much to get out of the ties were glaring against my skin. "Thank god, finally," I said with a sigh. I handed her the key. "Found it."

She looked at the key quizzically when it landed in her open palm. She raised her eyebrows in slight surprise and looked at me, and then said, "Oh, no, I'm not letting you out tonight."