It was the end of a long day. One that was filled with a promise of a weekend full of nothing more than rest and relaxation. As I pulled into the driveway I was relieved to be home, and I was more than ready to see my wife. It had been one of those days where everything around me reminded me that I had not been permitted to cum in more than two weeks.
My wife had masterfully drawn the week out with mixtures of pleasure and teasing. Several times bringing me to the verge of losing my load. She alternated her method of stepping back from the brink. One time a simple step away from a throbbing aching cock to be left alone with the weeping and leaking member. Another time she would bring me to the edge and then just as I was about to lose control she would violently slap my dick, bringing tears to my eyes and bringing me quickly to submission.
Multiple times throughout the week as she drew me close to cumming she would simply humiliate me until I was soft. She would remind me that I was not man enough to bring her real pleasure. I was not big enough for anything.
She also reminded me frequently, both verbally and visually that she was not under the restrictions that I was under. There was not a day that went by that there was not multiple reminders of her exploits through the day. She would text me about her wandering hands, she would email me pictures of a very large dildo buried deep inside her. She would leave her crusted juices on my pillow, as she humped that pillow until she came. My wife made a point of reminding me that while I had not cum in two weeks, she had cum at least twice a day for the past two weeks.
These were the thought that were going through my head as a pulled into the driveway. As a almost constant reminder I felt my small cock straining against the silk panties that she was now forcing me to wear. She believed that if I could not perform like a man, I should not wear men's underwear. I was tempted to pull my dick out of my panties right there in the car and at least get some relief, but the fear of disobeying her stopped me. Instead I gathered myself and went into the house.
I was two steps into the house and knew she had plans. She was waiting for me behind the door. My wife quickly got behind me and grabbed me by my hair.
As I was led into the bedroom by my wife grabbing my hair and dragging me into the room, she laughed and told me to strip down to my panties... She enjoyed to see me in my panties, and she no longer saw my dick as a dick, but saw it as a clit. She often referred to me as a woman...even at times "slipping" in public with her pronouns, calling me her or she instead of him...
Once stripped down in front of her, she was brutal in making sure I knew my role. She was quick to punish me through slapping, spanking, spitting on me, and through verbal humiliation. It had worked and I was always conscience of my small member when I stripped in front of her. As I stripped I always got nervous, like it was the first time.
Standing there in my panties she notices the small pre-cum stains in my panties and she laughed...asking me if I really thought I deserved to cum if I could not keep my panties clean? Not sure how to answer, I mumbled a response in which she became angered and slapped my dick in my panties... She stated that this moment was not about me, but that she had certain needs. She informed me that she had only cum twice today, and that she was still extremely horny.
