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Ashton tensed as hard as he could, squeezing with all his might as he struggled not to cum. Before him Melanie was on her knees, head bobbing slowly up and down his length as she sucked. “You see, it is my belief,” she began, taking him in her mouth and running her tongue around the head of his cock. He breathed deeply at the break in pleasure, struggling to regain control of his building orgasm. He gasped when she her head suddenly dropped and he felt hot flesh envelop him once more, then with an audible ‘POP’ she came back up and smiled up at him. “That a man is best when he is serving.”. Again she enveloped him and he gasped. She increased her pace, her head moving up and down more rapidly than before. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he struggled and lost the fight to contain himself.
The sensation ceased. Eyes open and full of desperation for release, he looked down to see Melanie on her knees, smiling up at him with his cock throbbing in her hand. She squeezed hard and his balls pulled upwards as he felt the wave of orgasm run over him, while he winced in pain at the pressure of her nails digging into his shaft. His mind contorted in confusion, unsure of how to handle an orgasm in the absence of pleasure. He whimpered pathetically.
Without breaking eye contact Melanie dipped her mouth down to his cock once more, pulling bursa escort bayan only the head into her lips before releasing her death-grip on his shaft. A wave of pressure suddenly released and he felt a strange sensation, as if he were being drained. He felt a flowing sensation from his cock, like a valve suddenly opened just as the pressure drops. It was unlike any ejaculation he’d had before. The release of pressure was relieving, but maddening, unsatisfyingly so. After 30 seconds or so Melanie let him slip from her mouth and stood. A hand in his hair pushed him downwards to his knees and tilted his head back while the other slipped a finger into his mouth, then two, then three. He opened obediently and she bent over him and slowly parted her lips. A white substance slipped from her mouth into his. He tasted salt as his cock softened and twitched before his mind realized what it was. She held his chin firmly while she filled his mouth, then pushed it shut.
“Swallow.” Her eyes were firm and he obeyed immediately, instinctively opening his mouth to show. “Good boy.” She patted his head like a dog and stepped aside as Jenn slid off the bed and came up beside her.
“Stand,” his wife commanded. He rose to his feet and she stepped close to him, bringing her lips to his and kissing him. She pulled away and bursa escort sitesi gripped his chin, her blue gaze so intense it flooded out all the confusion, pain, and humiliation. “How did that feel, subby?” she said, though the pet name rolled off her tongue as both a gift and a weapon. He tried to answer but the breath was still knocked out of him–by sensation, by the afterburn, by the knowledge that he had just been used and emptied, only for his own pleasure to be taken away. He knew how this was supposed to work; he’d read stories, he’d had fantasies, he’d discussed it with Jenna in whispers and texts and, finally, in the low-lit corners of their shared bed. But this was new, foreign, overwhelming.
“I… I–” even the broken syllable sounded pathetic.
Jenna cocked her head, her hair falling in a curtain. “Don’t
worry yourself,” she said, her tone both mocking and tender. “Tonight is about giving up control, remember? Not about understanding.” With that she slipped to her knees in front of him and kissed his softened cock, then each testicle before taking them in on hand. “Now, to ensure you behave.” He looked down at her and his eyes widened. She held a small cage and with one hand, pulled his balls through a ring before fastening it over his hanging shaft.
She clicked the lock in place and the sound echoed through the room like a verdict. Ashton’s eyes darted from Jenna to Melanie, to his cock imprisoned now in a restrictive sheath of plastic. He felt vulnerable in a way he had never imagined: not just naked, but now rendered useless, impotent, his pleasure put away, his manhood rebranded as an object only for their amusement. Jenna stood, kissed his cheek, and patted his head.
“Not so scary after all, is it?” she asked softly, but it was more of a statement than a real question. He shook his head, not trusting his voice. The humiliation was heady, sickly sweet and in a strange way–somehow–comforting. There was nothing left to do. He was only to be looked at, spoken to, commanded.
Jenna turned to Mel, whose lips glistened. The after-image of her head bobbing just moments before and the memory of that pleasure he could no longer feel flashed across his mind in his mind as she licked the taste from her lips and watched him with an almost clinical detachment. “Anything to add, Domina?” asked Jenna, her hand still clamped to Ashton’s jaw, keeping his head faced forward.
Melanie circled him slowly, dragging her index finger along his ribs, then across his lower back, stopping at the indent just above his ass. She steadied him with a palm on his spine and pressed her lips close to his ear. “You did very well. But you should get acquainted with the idea of… depletion.” She patted him gently, turning him to face the mirror wall. “Tonight, you’re a vessel. You will take and take and take, and the giving is beyond your choosing.”
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