This story features Femdom and CBT along with some elements of forced bi fantasy, if this turns you off then this story may not be for you!
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Emma smiled at herself in the dressing table mirror, her blood red lipstick making her reflection look oddly unfamiliar. Emma never wore red lipstick, except when she was playing the role of her husband's Mistress, which was probably why it had such a marked effect on him. Scott loved to see Emma with red lipstick, partly because he subconsciously connected the colour with his own much-anticipated submission, while for Emma it was part of the 'costume' she put on when she wanted to assume the role of her husband's domme.
Emma stood and turned to admire herself in the full length mirror on the wall opposite her dressing table. The cupless PVC basque she had decided to wear was one of Scott's favourites, and she knew he would appreciate her wearing it for him. Emma's smallish breasts fitted her athletic frame perfectly, and Scott appreciated seeing them whenever she allowed him to. She wondered if he would have the same appreciation for everything she was planning to do to him tonight.
A pair of expensive lacy panties and fine, black fishnet stockings completed Emma's outfit and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but slide her hand inside her underwear and then her middle finger between her freshly shaved pussy lips. She was soaking wet already, just thinking about what she was going to do to her submissive husband.
As her wet fingertip found her clit she let out a sharp breath and closed her eyes, she needed to cum so badly, but while she could easily have brought herself off, she knew that she would cum so much harder if she had the patience to wait just a little while longer. Emma had been fidgeting all day as she played out the evening in her head over and over again and now she was getting a little desperate for her release.
The idea of Emma being 'desperate' to cum would no doubt have amused Scott. It had been almost seven weeks since Emma had last allowed him to cum, a memorable occasion for Scott as he had been granted the rare treat of pumping his creamy load into her delicious pussy. Knowing that he would be expected to clean his Mistress's pussy only added to the experience for Scott and once he had finished cumming inside her, Emma had ordered him onto his back and straddled his face. With Scott's cum already dripping from inside her, Emma ground her wet, slippery pussy against his lips and tongue until she exploded violently, leaving his face drenched in sweat, his cum and her juices.
Now he was tied down to their bed, waiting for her to reveal the special treat she had been promising for days. He had no idea what she had in store for him, but he hoped that it would include the opportunity to worship Emma's gorgeous asshole with his tongue. Scott adored licking Emma's ass and just thinking about it made his thick cock swell against his thigh.
Scott licked his dry lips and heard footsteps approaching and then the unmistakeable creak of the bedroom door opening. He turned his head to see his gorgeous Mistress all dressed up for him, his cock twitching as he drank in the sight of her naked breasts contrasting with the black PVC of her basque, while her red lipstick emphasised her transition from wife to Mistress.
Emma walked up the side of the bed, admiring Scott's taut physique. He had been a little shabby when they had met, but she had soon whipped him into shape. Now he spent almost as much time at the gym as she did and his diet was much improved, though he was still reluctant to ditch the beer completely.
Despite looking very feminine, with her long blond hair tied into a wild pony-tail, when Scott first saw Emma she was beating three barrels out of a punch bag. He watched her for a while, feeling his cock swell slightly as he admired her well defined, lightly tanned legs, her high cut shorts offering just a glimpse of the curve of her ass. Scott found her athletic, slightly muscular form incredibly erotic and he was unable to look away until she turned his way and he became suddenly self-conscious and quickly returned to his free weights, picking up one that was slightly too heavy for him but struggling on in case she was now watching him.
Back then he was the kind of guy who turned up at the gym once a fortnight, did just enough to convince himself he wasn't wasting his money, showered and went straight to the pub. But in the weeks after seeing her for the first time, Scott found himself spending many evenings at the gym, hoping to catch her there again.
The next time Scott caught sight of her he managed to pluck up the courage to talk to her, but it took a couple of months, and many hours of hard work with the weights before he managed to secure a first date. By that time he was spending a lot of time at the gym and the results were beginning to show, and of course once Emma got hold of him and gave him the right kind of encouragement, things really stepped up a gear.
The Femdom side of their relationship blossomed from a conversation they had one day when Emma asked if Scott thought she was getting too muscular. Scott reassured her that she still looked feminine and added that he had always found 'powerful' looking women attractive. Emma thought it interesting that he used the word 'powerful' rather than perhaps 'athletic' and she began to wonder if he was trying to tell her something...
She made a joke about him fancying Russian shot-putters, and Scott thought that was the end of it, but later that night Emma started teasing Scott about wanting a woman who could dominate him while she was giving him a handjob... and it didn't escape her notice that the more she talked about dominating him the harder his cock (and his breathing) became.
"Is that what you really want Scott," she whispered as she stroked him hard. "You want me to dominate you...?"
Scott didn't even manage to get a single word out before his cock exploded in her hand, laces of cum spurting impressively as she milked every last ounce of spunk from his churning balls.
"I'll take that as a yes," she smirked.
And so began a rewarding, but sometimes difficult journey to where they were now. Married for four years, and still exploring and pushing their Femdom relationship to new heights, Scott was now forbidden to cum without Emma's express permission. As yet they hadn't decided whether or not to fully embrace the chastity lifestyle by purchasing a device. Emma was keen on the idea of having the key to her husband's cock around her neck, but at the same time she liked to feel his throbbing cock press against her at night. Sometimes Emma would fall asleep with her hand wrapped around Scott's cock, simply holding it while her husband's whimpers of frustration accompanied her into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Scott too was undecided. On the one hand he really loved the idea of being locked, and having his pleasure completely under Emma's control. He could see that the experience of having his cock totally off-limits would make the times when he was released much more intense, but at the same time, while he was forbidden to cum without permission, he was still free to stroke his cock whenever he wanted and the thought of giving that up completely was hard for him to accept.
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A breath escaped Scott's lips as he felt Emma's hand slide gently up from just above his knee to the top of his thigh and rest there, just a few inches from his rapidly swelling cock.
"You look beautiful Mistress," whispered Scott.
Emma did not reply immediately, but allowed a slight smile to cross her lips for a brief moment.
"I hope you still find me beautiful when I've finished with you slave... I've been promising you something special and I don't think you're going to forget this in a hurry."
Emma traced a finger across to the base of his shaft, letting it ride over the rubber ring that was encircling his cock and balls and up his rapidly hardening length. She circled the tip, then allowed her hand to fall between Scott's thighs and slid her fingers around his tight ball-sack until they were surrounding the two orbs the way you might hold an apple. She applied a little pressure and watched, amused as Scott's cock jerked violently upwards.
"You like it when I squeeze your balls like that don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress," Scott breathed.
"Would you like me to squeeze them harder slave?"
"If... if it pleases you Mistress."
Emma smiled at the answer, knowing Scott's predilection for Female dominance and CBT fantasies and wondered just how far she could push him before he used his safe-word. She bent down so that her face was right next to Scott's, close enough that she could almost kiss him full on the lips if she wanted to, and whispered...
"I am so fucking wet right now, thinking about what I'm going to do to you. I think I could cum in a minute flat if I wanted to."