Dictating Denial Ch 01

Where to begin?

3 years into a marriage, 6 years into a relationship. A regular Friday night on the couch. Meg and Tony are having a TV dinner.

Meg holds out her empty plate. Tony takes it and totters off to the kitchen, dutifully cleaning up after cooking for the two of them. He comes back to the couch with a beer, intent on enjoying the movie despite the overwhelming desire for his wife.

"Put that back," said Meg,"we're trying to be healthy."

"Babe I need something to take the edge off, I am aching for you."

"Put it back or I won't touch you all weekend."

"Fuck.." muttered Tony as he dragged himself back to the fridge.

Meg smiled to herself, she was starting to work this thing out.

This was perhaps the 4th or 5th time they'd really tried exploring this dynamic and this newer cage thing actually seemed quite effective, he basically hadn't taken it off all week. Tony couldn't sleep wearing the last one, so inevitably she'd wake up with an erection pushing into her bottom each night and after a few nights his pestering would have her end the denial with a free fuck.

It was crazy, 6 months ago, she wouldn't have told him not to drink, she just wouldn't have felt comfortable. If she'd tried, it would've ended in a row. To see her man mope back to the kitchen now was rather satisfying.

When he came back to the couch, Meg could feel the tension, he kept looking at her and fidgeting, unable to relax. Sometimes men could be so cumbersome. He'd made her a lovely dinner, put back his beer (at her request) and now it was time to cuddle on the couch, but as per usual, he came on too hard, overly needy. It was annoying. Meg juggled the transition from mildly pleased to mildly annoyed with her partner's state of arousal.

All week he'd been a model husband, cooking and cleaning up, then early to bed. All Meg had to do was deny him sex. "Strange," she thought.

Meg decided to test it out, it was a Friday night after all.

"Stop", she said as he tried to kiss her. Pushing him off her.

"What?" he said, pulling back like a puppy being hit.

"Just cause you're horny doesn't mean you can climb all over me."

He looked taken aback. "I'm sorry, I just thought.. you might like it."

"Tony, did I ask you to touch me?"

"Um, no" he replied.

Meg was enjoying his reaction, answering her like a stunned little boy. She let herself feel annoyed with him.

"Right, well you're the one who wanted to have your dick locked up. If you can't handle it, just say the word and we'll stop playing." She let her words sink in.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, " I just want you so bad."

Meg cringed. That was the downside to all this, he became so pathetically needy. She would take the housework and attentive demeanour it produced, but she could do without the constant bids for sexual attention. It was like having a dog that tries to hump you leg. Gross. Meg let her frustration grow.

"Tony, don't tell me you want me, I know that already. That's the whole point; you clearly want to want me more than you want to have me. And you can't have both, so if you want me to keep playing, you are not to touch me inappropriately or try to kiss me, unless I tell you to."

She looked him in the eyes, seeing the smoulder of aroused frustration, blanketed by submission.

"Do you want to keep playing?" she asked, looking him in the eye.

"Yes," he breathed and looked down.

Meg could see the effect this was having, the dopamine hit of denial was soaking Tony's brain. She could see her husband doing a lot more cooking and cleaning and that was beginning to turn her on.

"Tony, I want you to give me a foot massage."

His eyes lit up, you could almost see his thought bubble "foot massage = sex".

Without a word he sat on the floor and took one foot in his hands, beginning to rub gently.

Meg placed her other foot in his lap, pressing her toes into the hard steel nubbin of his cock cage, she could feel the heat through his pants. She pressed harder, using it to massage her left foot while Tony's hands tenderly addressed her right.

"Make it good," she muttered.

Meg let her frustrations subside as she eased back into the couch. Barely registering the movie as her mind began to drift. It had taken some convincing on Tony's part to get her to try taking on this more dominant role. It certainly wasn't her desire or fantasy to dominate her husband. In fact her fantasies generally involved begging for dick and fucking and sucking like a shameless whore. They each recognised their desire to explore these dynamics and the cock cage was a start.

Meg had bought some cheap handcuffs, in an effort to give him more control. When he cuffed her hands to the bed head she would have done anything for him. Alas, he made love to her passionately, as was the norm, trying his utmost to please her and fill her with his love an desire. In the end Meg just got annoyed that she couldn't scratch her itch.

Every now and then she'd muster up the courage to get down on her knees and take his dick in her mouth. Even when she put his hand on the back of her head, she still felt like she was giving a blowjob. She told him she wanted to be dominated. One time she popped it out of her mouth and told him explicitly to "fuck my throat." After gripping her hair and offering a few forceful thrusts, it was only a matter of moments before she was back to giving head, bobbing to and fro, trying to get it as far down as possible. Tony was just so goddamn passive, moaning and groaning and gently humping away until he came. The only upside for her was knowing she must be getting pretty good at sucking dick. Not quite the eye watering throat fuck she fantasised about.

At the end of the day, Tony's cock cage had progressed further than her handcuffs. The benefits to Meg weren't really sexual, but they were benefits nonetheless. She looked down at Tony, engrossed in her foot rub, not sitting on the couch drinking beer. If the last week was anything to go by, the effects of this game seemed like far more than just role-play. A little flame of dominance ignited inside Meg at the thought of being more in charge around the house.

"Time for the other foot," she said sweetly as she pulled it out if his crotch and held it up in front of him. He took it in his hands as she placed her relaxed right foot on his thigh. She smiled down at him, knowing how desperately he wanted her foot back on his cock. She sat there, relaxed. He didn't say a word.

Meg slipped her hand inside her tracksuit pants, feeling the wetness her thoughts had elicited. She slid her fingers gently up and down, teasing herself as her husband worked on her foot. She closer her eyes as she started to masturbate, picturing her husband down on the floor massaging her feet while her imaginary lover leaned over her, put his hand around her throat and kissed her deeply. she gasped, holding her mouth open for him. She brought her free hand up to her throat to try and replicate the pressure of his imaginary hand. She felt her pussy start to drip as she begged for more in her mind.

She could feel her husband work her foot harder, pressing in deeper. She could feel his eyes watching her as he worked. She relaxed, let her legs roll out a bit, opening up. Her free hand moved down, squeezing her beast as she rubbed more wetness into her clit. Meg's imaginary man had her aching for cock.

She peered down at her husband with a strange twinge of disgust, knowing he wouldn't get up and fuck the shit out of her, no matter how much she wanted it. Her imagination would have to do the work.

She lay back with her man again and began to wank in earnest. Squeezing her tit and moaning as she whipped her fingers back and forth. The sopping sounds from her cunt were louder than the television, her hot wetness leaking out all over the place.

She arched her back and mouthed the words, "please fuck me," as she imagined her lover slide his big dick down her throat.

Meg held her mouth open and almost choked at the thought. It was so real in her mind. She pressed her feet into her husband as she imagined herself being administered a big dick while he dutifully held her feet and watched. It was too much. Meg let out a cry and soaked her pants as she came.

As she lay there catching her breath Meg realised she hadn't come like that in a long long time. Fuck that was a good fantasy, imagining her husband watching while she got fucked like a slut was doing wonders for her frustrations. If he wanted to lock his dick up and not fuck her, then she could damn well fantasise about fucking another man in front of him. Her pussy dripped.

She smiled to herself, maybe she would find some sexual satisfaction in his chastity after all. She decided to take it a little further.

"Did you like that honey?" she asked, smiling down at him.

Tony nodded.

"Mmm me too, I can't remember the last time I came like that."

She could see the twinge of jealousy as her statement landed.

She pulled her hand out of her pants and held up her glistening fingers.

"Want a taste?" she asked.

Tony nodded, unsure.

Meg considered putting her fingers in his mouth, but decided against it. Instead scooting her butt forward to the edge of the seat and lifted her hips as she pulled her pants and undies off over her big round bottom. She leaned back and lifted her legs, presenting herself to him.

Tony couldn't believe his eyes, his mind awash with overwhelming arousal. His dick was throbbing in it's cage and there before him was his gorgeous wife, smiling sweetly, her beautiful bottom glistening with droplets of her own juice. Her soft thighs parted and the pink lips of her pussy opening out towards him. She put her fingers between her legs and spread herself, showing her soft wet interior.

"Do you like what you see?"

Tony nodded.

"Good," said Meg, "I wanted to show you what you're missing out on."

Tony gulped, wondering what it would feel like to slide up inside her post-orgasmic pussy.

"I've got a choice for you," she mused. "if you want, you can take your cage off and fuck me right here, right now, however you like, until you cum."

Tony looked from her face down to her pussy.

"Alternatively, take your t-shirt off and I'll tease you while you lick me clean."

Meg's test was fairly decisive. Tony started taking off his top. Confirming he wanted to want her more than he wanted to have her.

Meg felt the slight sting of rejection and a little bite of anger towards her husband for choosing his kinky fantasy over her generous vaginal offering. She resolved herself to take her own pleasure from this situation.

"I want you to start with my thighs, start by licking them clean."

As Tony knelt between her legs, and began gently lapping at her body she reached down past her bottom towards his chest and lazily stroked his nipple. Tony sighed and nodded. He couldn't believe his luck, having his nipples toyed with, in this state of arousal, was paramount to ecstasy. It took him to another place.

Meg was only just starting to grasp how powerful this carrot could be. She couldn't believe that this man, her husband, would rather be on his knees with his dick locked up, having his nipples played with than fuck her, with said dick, however he liked on a Friday night.

She knew his tongue would last longer than his erection though, so it didn't really matter to her. God she was going to make him so good at giving head. she rolled his nipple gently between her fingers.

"I want you to lick me so slowly, right up to the edge of my pussy."

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"Very good, now start again on my bottom. I want you to lick it all over, but don't touch my pussy yet."

Tony did his very best, licking everywhere. When he got to her crack she tucked her legs back and gave his nipple an encouraging squeeze. With her intermittent teasing he would do anything for more pleasure. He began lapping his way up between her cheeks, tasting her salty wetness that had run down while she masturbated. He got to just below her pussy and stopped as instructed and ducked his head back down to start at the bottom again.

Meg placed her hand over her mons and took her other hand off his chest to pull her butt cheek to the side. Tony got the message and started working his licks into her parted crack. Lapping his way up until he was licking her asshole. She moaned and let go, reaching for his chest as she instinctively rewarded him with another gentle stroke across his nipple. It was a catch 22, her bottom bounced back and his tongue could no longer reach her asshole.

She pulled it open and he got back to work where he'd left off, only for her butt to close out again when she let go of her self to reward him with pleasure. This only happened once more before Tony worked it out. He used his own hands to spread her bottom so she could keep lazily flicking his nipple. He teased up her crack to the bottom of her pussy a few more times and couldn't help but notice the presence of her other hand now gently tracing up and down her labia. Tony desperately wanted to lick her pussy. As he lapped his way up again, she grasped his hair and directed his licking exactly onto her asshole. Again he figured it out and stayed put, lapping away at her outer sphincter.

"Good boy," breathed Meg as her fingers found her clit and her husband found his new task. God, she didn't know a tongue felt so good back there.

Meg began to stroke herself, giving Tony a macro view of her masturbation techniques as he lapped away at her asshole. She returned the favour by gently stroking his nipple with her free hand.

Meg closed her eyes and smiled as she accepted that her husband was licking her asshole while she masturbated. It felt really good. She was starting to enjoy the fruits of his subservience.

"Honey, do you want to know what I think about when I touch myself?"

She could feel him nod with his face in her ass.

"I think about fucking a strong man with a big dick."

Meg squeezed her pussy and her juices start flowing again. Tony had to lick faster to lap it all up as it dribbled down between her cheeks.

"I picture myself on my knees getting treated like a whore. I want to choke on his dick until it's big and hard and then beg him to fuck me."

Tony didn't respond but kept busily licking.

"Does that turn you on honey? The idea of me sucking another man's dick. Ah Ahh!" Meg could feel her orgasm ballooning out again, surprising her, she grabbed his hair and shoved his nose in her cunt. Her fingers a blur on her clit as she rode his face to victory.

"You want to watch, don't you?" She gasped. She could feel him nodding into her as she rocked over waves of orgasm.

"Since you want to keep your pathetic dick locked up, I'll make you watch while I fuck other men" she thought to herself as she came.

Meg slowly got up after lying there on the couch. Tony sat in stunned silence, wiping the pussy juice off his nose.

"You're sleeping in the spare room tonight," she told him, "I'm going to take a shower, alone."

"But.." muttered Tony, "I.." He was speechless.

Meg walked off, she needed some space and time to think. This little session had escalated quite dramatically. Had she really meant to take it that far? Did she really want to fuck other guys?

A twinge of guilt built up as she got in the shower, should she have cum like that?

Hot water poured over her as she flushed with embarrassment, ashamed that she'd got off on making him eat out her asshole.

"Had he enjoyed it?" she asked herself.

She flushed with anger, spinning around and turning off the hot tap.

"You loved it," she hissed to herself.

Shocking her body with the cold.

The water soothed her frustration, she knew it was a lifetime of social conditioning that made her regret her own pleasure.

Meg straightened up and pressed out her chest, turning up the flow of cold water showering her breasts.

She resolver herself to fight the patriarchy by fucking her husband's face, just like that, and not regrettingit. She spun around, soaking her back.

The cold water flowed down over her buttocks.

She hadn't cum like that since her college days and her husband's dick hadn't been involved then, or now. No, that was all her and all her own pleasure.

She was going to enjoy this. No shame. No regrets.

She turned off the tap, carefully drying, moisturising, brushing and flossing. Then Meg hopped nude into her king size bed.

She fell fast asleep smiling.