"I want you to know I'm thinking about
something," she said. "I'm not real sure I like the idea of you
being able to cum whenever you see a Real Man fucking me. I know you think
it's hot but having you cum all over yourself is embarrassing and it isn't
exactly the point of your getting to watch, now is it? Plus, it's
distracting ... how am I supposed to enjoy a Man's cock when all I can see
and hear is you jacking off." Candy was sitting on the patio having
her coffee and reading her e-mail. She had let me sleep in and was reading
a note from James. I assumed this was about the other night and listened
patiently, trying to figure out where this was going but had absolutely no
idea. We had talked many times about the fact that she wanted control of
our sex life and specifically my orgasms; and in my mind, she had it.
99 times out of 100, I came by her hand or by jacking off as she watched
me and talked to me. Yes, that night, I did cum in my own hand but it was
the first time in months that it had happened and she was fine when we got
home, so in my mind it was clearly no big deal. "So," she
said, "I want you to go get your strap and while I'm out today, I
want you to focus on your little dickie and try to think of a solution to
our little problem ... think about how you can control yourself and how I
can make sure you never interrupt me like you did last night. Hurry up ...
I gotta get ready to go." I came back out with the strap,
dropped my pants and handed it to her. She immediately took my balls in
her hand, squeezed them so tightly I thought I'd scream and pulled them
down from my body. With two fingers and her other hand, she wrapped the
strap on me and within seconds, my balls were stretched tight and hanging
below by dick. "Now, she said, "keep your focus on my little
dick today and see if you can come up with any ideas. And, oh by the way,
James wants me to meet him so I'm stopping for a quick drink this evening.
I won't be late."
It was all I could do all day to stay
focused on work. What I really wanted was to get up from my desk, lie back
on the bed and jerk off thinking about her. My balls ached and my dick
stayed almost continually hard from the pressure in my sack. I caught
myself several times, absent mindedly stroking my dick and each time,
stopped, making sure I didn't cum. Candy came home a little after 8:00pm.
"So," she asked as soon as she came in. "Did you come up
with a solution?" I just kinda stood there, saying nothing.
"Didn't think so," she said. "But I did. Go in the bedroom,
take off your strap and lie down on the bed. I'll be there in a
minute." Maybe ten minutes later, she came in, kneeled down on the
bed between my legs and took my dick in her hand. "James had a great
suggestion," she said. "I told him about our problem and he said
it's real simple ... you do this my way or I lock up your little dick so
you can't jerk off at all. He said to call him and he'll get me a cage
whenever I ask. How'd you like that, is that what you need?" I was
stunned. I couldn't answer her. No way, I thought she wouldn't do that.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said and picked up the pace,
stroking my dick a little faster and squeezing a little tighter.
"Here's the deal," she continued. "You stop cumming all
over yourself and embarrassing me in front of my friends or I lock up your
little dick ... got it? From now on, you cum when I tell you you can,
understand? It's not about you anymore. You gave up your right to do that
when we started this and you need to learn that. You're gonna cum for me
now though. Then you're done. Understand?" She was literally pounding
my dick, jerking me so hard it hurt and could feel myself about to cum.
"Now!" she yelled and stopped, just squeezing down on my dick
and I came all over her hand. "Sit up," she said. "Look at
me." She had cum all over her hand. "One more time ... one more
time and I call James; got it?" She smeared my cum all over my face
and left the room.