Exponential Chastity
She had him bound to the bed this time. His cock was bulging out from his metal chastity device. She stood on the bed over him wearing only high socks, a short-stripped skirt and a sports bra. She was swinging her right foot back so her heel would touch her butt, then let it fall until it made contact with his tightly bound nuts.
"Ah!" Slowly and rhythmically she would lift her leg back up and do it again. And again. And again.
"Oh, I know. It kinda hurts doesn't it? Believe me, I could make it a lot worse." She let her leg fall again, hitting him directly between the balls with the base of her foot. "You were lucky that I was so nice to you the last few days. You got my mouth yesterday, you got to make me come riding you Tuesday, you got some real sensual edging on Monday. At the time I didn't know then that I was going to find you trying to get yourself off with my vibrator." Her foot nailed him again. "Plus, you were pretty lazy about licking my pussy before, maybe this will help you do better tomorrow." She kicked him again.
"Ah!" He cried.
He hadn't come in 6 days, but he knew it would be another five until he would. She set the timer for 11 minutes each of those days. 11 minutes for 11 days, and then he would get to come. For 11 minutes she would pet, lick, kick, fuck, stroke, suck and torture his cock to the point that it was ready to burst and then put him away in his locked cage. Each time reminding him, "only 10 more days until you go to come."
"Only 9 more days until..."
"Only 8..."
"Only 7...."
She let her foot fall again. "Since you tried to break the rules, I'm just going to keep kicking you in the nuts for the rest of your time." She had her foot lifted up, touching her butt, leaving it there as she hovered over him. "Then when there is one-minute left, I'm going to pause the timer, unlock you and grab your cock as hard as I can. I'm going to jerk your cock so painfully hard until you are just about to come, and then I'm going to let go and hit your poor swollen balls a few more time before I lock you back up." This time she brought her foot down with a little extra force, hitting him more on the left ball this time.
"Ah! Oh fuck," he said. His balls were already so sore they were starting to swell. The pain was moving around his abdomen more and more with each new blow. He knew he was helpless, completely at her mercy. He knew it, and he absolutely loved it. She kicked him again. "Ah, fuck!"
The stop watch next to the bed was at 7 minutes 56 seconds, 55, 54, 53....
Her foot fell. He yelped, "ahhh!"
Two months earlier....
Things weren't what they used to be around the home. Clutter was building throughout the house. Things were getting messy, untidy. It had been about 3 months since his dominant wife had repealed the ten-minute trade, where she gave him ten minutes of sexual attention in turn for doing all the dishes, all the time. As things fell back into normalcy the quality of their sexual activities began to follow suite. If it happened at all it would happen pretty much the same way each time: they would kiss, he would strip her and eat her out a little, then he would fuck her hovering over her or get her from behind. With this return to normalcy came a general decline in motivation for both of them.
Netflix had largely replaced the passion filled nights of pussy licking, ball busting, cock stroking, sucking, licking, pinching, teasing, coming, fingering, face sitting and ass smacking, prostate massaging, fucking and coming again. And again. And again. One evening, after finishing their season finale, they looked at each other sprawled out on the futon. Her in her bathrobe and sweatpants, him in long johns and a hoodie. They lazily stared at each other entertaining the idea of fucking, but neither of them could find anything in the other to get them going. He went to bed in a sad state of hopelessness feeling dumb and male as he so often did. She went to bed equally discouraged, but was forming the realization that something needed to change.