Halfway there! A month and a half ago, my amazing 36 year old sexy husband agreed to three months of - routine and habitual - tease and denial, without sexual release (Orgasm)… Since then, almost every night, 7 nights a week (and sometimes in the morning, too!), we cuddle, snuggle and leisurely fondle each other - he makes me cum - by going down on me as much as I want - Then as I recover, I’ll continue to slowly and meticulously “edge” him, over and over again, to my sadistic heart’s content.. Sometimes however we’re quick – half an hour of play and off to sleep… Sometimes we linger – time flies when you’re having fun. {Grin} - But the key is that we make time to do it every night, with only a few (very few!) missed nights. I’ve never slept better in my life…
After 5 years of carefully easing my doting stud muffin into the mindset of a female led marriage, I find that we BOTH sleep best NOW…, if I HOLD his healthy virile erection in my gentle hand, as we lovingly fall asleep together (hugging)… His Pulsing, Fully Erect Manhood has become - a sort of - security blanket for me… As I fall asleep and wake up each morning Now - With his strong (rock hard) erection in my hand… Security COCK …
Yup, I Adore My Precious Healthy Man… He’s trusting his most intimate, primal, involuntary sexual reflex - To My Personal Care and “Governance” – knowing, full well, that I intended to break him… I promised to ultimately reduce him to a sweaty, leaky, quivering, begging “mess of a man”… I warned him that I planned to make it difficult – that I was going to truly challenge him over the weeks, just to see how much he could handle – to prove, once and for all, that his powerful virile healthy muscular (athletic body) could physically endure so much more for me - than his mind ever imagined…
When we started eight weeks ago, I had an honest, open conversation with him about what was about to happen – what I was about to do to him psychologically, subliminally and sexually… (though I had him high on pot at the time) Am I Bad? Anyways, We discussed sexual limits and set a safe word… Agreeing that if it ever stopped being fun, for either of us, we would stop… During that intimate open conversation, he admitted his doubt about two things:
First, he doubted I would make it this far. He doubted my will and commitment to Routinely Denying Him. His words, “There will be a night when things get so hot, when my throbbing joystick just feels So Good, you won’t be able to resist making me explode - Inside Of You… I know You My Love… You won’t make it three months having deep passionate intercourse with me - and not wanting to feel me “Erupt” inside of you - But it’ll be fun to try.” My reply, “Challenge accepted!” And so far, So Good. Sooo Fucking GOOD! Our New Slow and Unhurried Sexual Intercourse - Has wonderful side effects - Preventing “Accidents” … To my husband’s total amazement and slight alarm, I haven’t even Ruined Him… YET… And My Helpless, Sublime Orgasms - When He’s Incarcerated - Motionless - Balls Deep - Have Become So Much More Fulfilling for Me Now… It’s True about Female Led Relationships - Intercourse is Now Becoming - ALL About Me Now and My Pleasure, Not Him or His Larger Healthier Cock…
Anyways, I almost lost myself here - The Second, he doubted Was - That I could truly Break Him… Break his mind, that is - Not his World-Class (Sublime) 9 Inches Of Pure Vein Filled Perfection!. I Adore and NEED That ! - I’m just Delicately Re-Programming His Compliant Receptive Psyche about Orgasm and Bliss… When I promised to send him into the deepest, darkest, most desperate, mind-scrambling frenzy of lust he’s ever experienced, he honestly doubted that such a mindspace existed… He knows how it feels to be relentlessly edged - Incarcerated Balls Deep - Teased and Deftly Denied by my sublime femininity for Days at a time. He knows the Beautiful Frustration of being Milked and Ruined, over and over again - through the last few years. He’s begged – literally begged – for climax and orgasm before and heard me firmly say “NO!” He’s been there… He survived those things without ever truly losing his mind, and he figured this would “just” be more of the same… Three months of intense fun, but he figured - nothing truly new.
And… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right. His doubt however motivated me “greatly” to find out what I was made of. It made me “edge” him harder - for longer… I Was on a Sacred Mission… Which made me stop and suddenly let go of his Joystick for recovery breaks, every time my feminine instinct screamed at me “He’s a man!! Have Mercy! Let him Cum!!” It’s also why I insisted on sexual playtime (and cuddling) every night, no matter what’s happening in our daily lives or how tired we felt. I wanted to know… to genuinely know… Could I break him? Was it even possible?
Last night, I’m proud to say, I finally… carefully… definitely broke him!
After eight weeks of daily edging, teasing and denying him a cherished male climax, we started off the evening “routinely” enough. We played, cuddled and snuggled to warm up, He hungrily went down on me (he’s gotten so good) and when I couldn’t take any more, I pounced on him… Getting him onto his back for a quick 69, I then tied his wrists to the headboard of our bed. He was already wonderfully hypersensitive, and his magnificent robust joystick was leaking and crying endless tears of joy (I was extremely wet and aroused), so I shrewdly decided to mount him very slowly and carefully - avoiding any sudden motion that might resemble a thrust… (Remember Our New Slow and Unhurried Sexual Intercourse?) We kissed slowly, deeply and passionately as I took my Sweet Time, easing him inch by delectable inch, into the depths of my drenched slippery Vagina. Thoroughly relishing the sensations of him throbbing and pulsating - I finally incarcerated him Balls Deep UP inside me - Right Where he Belonged… Eventually I moved, Reaching out and got my favorite toy from the nightstand and delicately vibed myself to a glorious rapturous full body climax - Fully Impaled on My Mans Glorious Captive Subjugated “Denied” Rock Hard 9 Inch Joystick… A perfect start… By the glazed look in his doting eyes, I Fully Realized - Just How Much - He Loved Feeling ME Climax and Cum - All Over His Powerful - Incarcerated - Hyper Sensitive COCK…
After a Brief Intuitional “ Restorative” Rest Break - I Slowly Dismounted My Desperately HARD Stud - Licked my juices from his Balls and Mighty Erection - Then retired to languish (and snuggle) at his side - in a blissfully relaxed haze - alternately vibing, tickling, stroking and teasing his raging Joystick - through a string of easy “edges”… Easy for me, that is… My head was resting on his muscular chest, my long silky soft black hair spilling over his body, my leg hooked with his… It was so Incredibly Serene - Holding his Monster (Hypnotic) Throbbing Cock in my Tender Hand, I almost fell asleep.
I didn’t even notice the time… I didn’t even notice an hour had slipped by - And Then Two Hours… I was in a warm, post-orgasmic serene trance… Perfectly Comfortable… Feeling his magical alluring, magnificent manhood straining so sweetly and desperately - in my tender, nurturing, adroit hand… Lost in my own little world of Mastering Him… It was just so easy… And, as silly and nonsensical as it sounds, I cherished and adored him for it. I loved that he found me so beautiful, so irresistible, so sensual and sovereign that he couldn’t stop himself from Submitting…. It made me feel like the most amazing woman in the world.
So I almost didn’t notice as his grunts faded and his quivers started. He actually startled me with a raspy, crackling whisper, “Baby, Please… Pleeease!…”
It was the most earnest plea I’d ever heard from him in my life. Something in his tone, beyond the words alone… A moment purely between us, when all facades of masculine dignity crumbled. He was breaking… Finally breaking… This is how it starts… His… Subservience, Subordination, Servility!
I immediately “perked up”…This was angelic music to my ears… I needed to see his face, to confirm it for myself. Yup… He was gone. His eyes were open, but there was absolutely no mind present… His lips were moving, but only a few airy words slipped out… A lot of “please” and “fuck” and sometimes my name, over and over again… As If in a Trance… My heart swelled with pure joy, and happiness for him. I didn’t say a word – I didn’t want to interrupt his journey… He was in a Deep Blissful Trance… As I just continued gliding my silky soft fingers “With a featherlight touch” along his dancing - 9 inch Cock of Pure Raging Fervid Perfection - … Carefully, Invisibly - Guiding him through subspace… Knowing that He “Needed” Me… That he could NEVER Do this to himself...
Weeks of hard work (for the both of us!) was finally paying off…
There was No Way I was going to let this exquisite moment END any time soon. I completely forgot how drowsy I was, or how late it was. I Kept Going… Carefully… Lightly… Nurturing… Soft Touches ONLY – Because just one firm grip of his thick base, or stroke - probably would have ended it… At one point, when he was sweating, quivering, and babbling, I softly - sensuously - seductively - offered him a chance… I whispered very quietly, “Remember, we have a safe word.” That’s the only time I “broke character.” I’m sure his subconscious heard me; I’m sure he understood - But he didn’t say anything, though… He just kept quietly whimpering and begging in a trance, “Please… Please…”
He wanted to STAY. So I made him STAY ! ! !
He wanted to be Broken… So I Broke Him ! ! !
The Next Morning, When We Awoke, He was STILL “ROCK HARD” In My Hand, He said it was the BEST night of his life. And I believe it!
We Dozed, Cuddled and Snuggled the Next Few Hours in Bed That Morning as I Securely Held Him in my Grasping Hand - Unwilling to let His Healthy Manhood Deflate - Even in the Slightest… Security COCK …
Anyways, We have another eight weeks to go…
Man O Man - Am I Going To Enjoy Myself - The Next Eight Yummy Weeks ! ! !
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