“Hey Babe, I’m home!” Jonathan slammed the door, taking off his work shoes as he looked around for Melissa. He was tall and built with tight muscles, mostly covered by the navy suit he wore to work that day. At work he was a tough man respected by both his co-workers and his two secretaries, who handled most of his day to day operations. But at home, it was a completely different story. He loved his petite wives’ dominance over him. She was in charge of everything at home, and whatever she said, goes.
It wasn’t like this at first; they were new lovers, exploring their sexuality for the first time together. They watched lots of porn together and he always got the hardest when there was a dominant woman, standing on top of a man’s balls, laughing while he screamed in agony, his dick was always hard as a rock at this devastating treatment. And that’s when they started experimenting on it themselves. She spanked him hard. She felt bad at first, but when she started gushing from her pussy from what she was doing to him, she cared less about how he was feeling. Their established safe word was gone from both of their heads. And soon, they did more and more- experimented more and more together- to the point where they weren’t Jonathan and Melissa anymore, but a slave and his mistress, one that could do anything she wanted with him.
It was funny to think about because she was so much shorter than him. 5’5 with perky breasts and a tight rump. Realistically, he could crush her in his arms in a second. But he let her defile him, command him in all things, and he loved it. He was rock hard driving at home just thinking about it.
He could hear her high heels tip tap across the room as she approached, and he knelt immediately, looking down. “Hey Baby. How was work?”
“It was okay, though—”
She laughed sharply. “Sorry, I don’t really care how your day was. Take off your clothes. Now.” He gulped, then listened immediately, stripping his suit and tossing it aside to put away later. She asked him to lie on his back and then stepped on his balls, laughing sharply. He grunted as her heels dug in hard into his balls, and he screamed out loud.
“Melissa…”
“Excuse me but did I say you could talk? And it’s mistress to you.” She stepped even harder with her heels, making sure he could never have kids again. When she had enough of him, she turned around and walked away, sitting on the couch. “Fetch me my usual and then I’ll tell you what I have in mind for tonight.”
He nodded and stood up slowly, his balls burning it’s usual pain, and hurried to the kitchen to make exactly what she asked for every day when he got home- hot camomile tea at exactly 60oC and two and a half spoons of sugar. If he got any part of it wrong he could be spanked badly, his balls stepped on and no orgasms for a month. Once, he forgot that there was no more tea left, and she locked his dick in a cage, making it so hard for him to do anything with a boner (which he had all day because of this cruel treatment) he had accidentally peed his pants at work.
He knelt down beside her, head down (he wasn’t allowed to ever make eye contact with her) as she stroked his hair, pulling hard at it at times while she read her magazine. He was curious about her plans, but was afraid to say anything, he knew he would be punished for being too eager. Finally, she looked at him, “I invited Steve over.”
He glanced at her, and realizing his mistake, looked down again, “Steve?” His best friend. One that had no idea they had this kind of dynamic going on. They were supposed to meet up for a BBQ with the kids that weekend.
“Yes, Steve. He’s been flirting with me for weeks now, and I’ve been letting him. He grabs my ass when you aren’t looking and I’ve felt his big dick against my leg. I want him pounding me and inside me as I scream and you watch. And that’s what we’re going to do. I told him you’re my little bitch and you’ll attend to us while he fucks my brains out, and he’s fine with it.”
“But… I don’t want someone else to touch you.” Jonathan said, confused and upset.
She studied him for a few seconds, then put her hand around his neck, squeezing so tight he could barely breath. He choked on her arms, but being obedient, didn’t do anything to stop it. She could kill him if she so wished, and he would be okay with that. “I. am. Your. Master. And you are my slave. My bitch. You are nothing. You have no opinions. What I say, goes. You have no right to say anything or feel anything without my say so. Do you understand?”
He nodded. And she let go. She slapped him on the cheek a few times, and stood up as the doorbell rang, “Ah. Perfect timing.”
Steve had arrived. He stood at the door, somehow much taller than Jonathan was, he wore a wife beater, and showed off his muscles, his arms veiny and shiny under the afternoon sun. “Hey, girl.” He grabbed Melissa at the waist and engulphed her in a kiss, their tongues crashing against each other as they ground against one another, moaning and grunting. Jonathan knelt in the living room in shock, not being able to say a word in fear and agony.
“I want to fuck you so bad, girl.” He said in a husky voice.
She grinned at him, “Me, too. Let’s get started.” She nodded at Jonathan, indicating that he followed them. They went up to their bedroom and Melissa stripped down to a black lingerie, lacey and tight against her body, her nipples almost completely exposed and hard, waiting to be sucked on. She opened their drawer and pulled out Jonathan’s constriction device, making it so that he could get hard, but he couldn’t be able to touch his dick and feel any relief.
When Steve looked at it, he chuckled, “What a small little guy, no wonder why you’re so desperate for my dick, Melissa. How are you ever satisfied?”
“I should have done this sooner, really.” She said, tsking. She looked down at Jonathan. “These are the new rules, my slut. You’re never going to cum again. The only satisfaction you’ll ever get is from me being fucked brainless by your best friend. You’re going to watch while you sit there, and when he’s done with me, you’re going to suck my fluids off his dick and thank him for servicing your wife- something you’ve never been able to do. And then he’s going to fuck me again and again until we’re satisfied. And we’re going to sleep in this bed and you’ll kneel beside him and wait on his every need. If I ever see you back talk him, I’m going to slice your balls from your body one by one. Is that understood?”
Jonathan nodded, “Well, we can get started.” She continued. “Come, Steve.”
He grinned, and then moved towards Jonathan quickly, stepping on his balls again. Jonathan screamed out loud, he couldn’t believe his best friend was doing this to him. He stepped so hard with his leather boots that his balls felt like they were going to burst. “What a good boy you are.” He laughed out loud cynically. “Up.” He said, and Jonathan stood up. He put his balls in his hands and twisted them between his fingers. Jonathan grunted and Steve pressed in hard, he screamed as his eggs felt like they were about to pop.
“Ahhhhh…” Jonathan’s dick pulsed. He couldn’t believe how desperate he was at this complete humiliation. He would never be inside Melissa again, never cum again. And he never knew this was all he ever really wanted.