The Story

Part 1

Robert Joseph Gender stood in the shower, the warm water pulsing against his nearly hairless chest as he fiddled with the simple device his wife Samantha had controlled him last night and into the early morning hours.  Although he and his wife were not hurting for money, having a small company that was doing fairly well in the computer technology fields, his wife made do often with making her own decorations for the home.  She used simple methods to make both functional yet beautiful items for the home. Her methods of bondage seemed to reflect that manner also.  While she had used the stainless steel handcuffs, which even yet dangled from his right wrist, to cuff his hands behind his back, the rest of the bondage was far simpler.  Four dog collars were used to make wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs.  Jack chain, whose every link was easily openable with a pair of pliers, yet were ample strong enough to hold his arms and legs, even when he thrashed with her incessant teasing tortures.  But it was the simple stainless steel ring about his testicles and penis that was holdig his attention.  Made from stainless steel three sixteenths of an inch in diameter, the ring was approximately an inch and a half to two inchs in diameter.  With him being bound, legs and arms spread, his neck fastened in place with yet a fifth dog collar, Sam had threaded his penis through the ring, then worked, a bit more difficultly one of his testicles through the ring.  Working faster than his enlargening penis, she managed to aligned the elongated testicle to what small space remained in the ring, now filling fast with his cock and the skin of his sac.  Bob had groaned as the her thumb pressed the ball through the constriction until it popped through to join his other nut.  Working the flesh of his ball sac through the ring, tugging on his rapidly stiffening cock, she soon had the ring tight to his body.  With his erection now complete, his cock filled the ring pressing hard into the flesh of his scrotum.  Until his erection faded, there was simply no way to remove the ring.  There simply was no room to pass a testicle back through the ring.  Using a single link of jack chain and pliers, she soon had a nice smaller ring to which to fasten a stainless steel dog leash with an ordinary clip and a red leather loop handle.

She had bound him to a wooden construction he had been required to build.  Sam had had him lie on the floor of the garage, fully clothed of course, where she had him place his hands even with his comfortably up and out, and so too his legs.  Once he was positioned as she wanted, she used some chaulk to mark where his wrists and ankles were on the floor.  She also marked where his neck, knees and elbows were located.  When she told him to get up and get the two by sixes stored along the walls of the garage, he had to cut them to a length that went from six inches past where his right ankle mark was on the floor to six inches past where his left wrist had been marked.  A second piece was similarly cut to go from left ankel to right wrist.  Once cut to length, she had him lay them, cross shaped on the floor aligning them with the marks on the floor.  Marking where the boards crossed each other, he had had to router out half of each board so that they, when again laid on the floor, interlocked much like a beam would on a log cabin.  Using flat head screws and nuts designed to be pulled into the wood to be held with their triangular teeth, he soon had the cross made that was relatively smooth on both sides.  Cutting a shorter piece of two by six, he had had to lay it such that it went from a couple of inches below where his wirsts had been marked and across so that it passed over where his neck had been marked on the floor.  Marking out what wood needed to be routered out, he soon had that piece of wood also fairly smooth to the others.  Another piece was cut and routered for between his ankles area.  Two more pieces were cut to length, routered and also screwed together going from the piece that had been where his wrists were marked down and parallel with his body, passing out side where his knee had been marked and ended up approximately at the lower part of his calf was on the same side.  At each location, wrists, ankles, neck, knees and elbows he had to router out enough wood to install a folding ring, that when folded was flush with the wood surface.  So basically he had created a cross and rectangle, complete with rings that assembled into a flat plane, yet when unsrewed was easily stacked together neatly.

Last night had been the test of its sturdiness.  Having him lie down, which he had done willingly enough, she used double ended clips to attach the wristlets and anklets to the beam's appropriate rings.  Using some shortened belts, his knees had been spread and fastened securely to their rings.  And soon his knees and neck was also securely fastened to the frame.  Although he had a couple of inches movement to each fastening, he certainly was not strong enough to free himself from the framework.  Luckily his cock had not grown too much in that short time, as she worked to get his cock and balls through the ring.  Although if his cock had become too erect, Bob shuddered at the thought of having one of his nuts crushed through the ring.  When she had attached the leash to the link now fastened to the ring and dangled at the bottom of his ball sack, she was prepare to begin her teasing torture of her twenty six year old husband of seven years.

Sam enjoyed seeing her husband tied up and helpless.  Already his cock was stiff and erect, slightly larger than his normal five and a half inches, and thicker too.  Normally his cock was a normal skin color, slightly more pinkish when he was excited, but now it was almost a dark burgondy as the blood filled his cock but was restricted from leaving his cock while it was so erect.  Circumcised, the head was a deep purple and the piss slit flared out more than she had expected.  When she bent down to touch his cock, she found it harder than she had ever felt it before.  Samantha, slowly stripped out of her short dress and lacy under garments, as Bob groaned and tested his bondage.

Her pussy was equally more aroused then normal, well for sexual encounters anyway.  For the first several years of their marriage all was great.  Bob came home from the office horny, often screwing her before dinner in urgency, to be followed later after supper and perhaps a movie, with a long satisfying session that left them sated until the morning alarm rang.  Sam smiled down at Bob as she let the last of her garments drop to the floor, remembering how she enjoyed his morning erection deep and tight in her pussy before he even had a chance to take his morning piss.

Yet as those few years passed, seemed to lose his sense of urgency in the early evening trysts.  As those forcefull sessions waned, and then ceased altogether, his sexual performance was more quickly finished leaving not nearly as satisfied as they once did.  Oh, to be sure, she still orgasmed, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, forcing his cock as deep as his five and a half inches would enter her, until his pubic bone was crushing her clitoris.  But he seemed quite content to roll over and soon be sleeping away, leaving her to finger herself to a second organism while he lay sleeping.  Also too, to make matters worse, she could not count on the early morning sessions, as he would, although kind enough, push her away to urinate and shower.  By the time he was done, well there just didn't seem to be any point of 'getting all sweaty and stuff'.

As the seventh anniversary passed, Samantha was beginning to wonder if the old adage of the seven year itch was true.  These wonders, then later fears, were often times fed by his working so long at his computer, set in a more secluded area of the house so he 'would not be distracted'.  His evenings were taken up more and more with his computer.  She had begun to get so sure of his cheating that she thought about perhaps hiring a detective to find out with whom he was cheating on her.

But that was abruptly shattered, and Samantha wonder if it would have been better to find out he was sleeping with some chick at the office and having nightly cybor on the computer.  She had gone shopping, telling Bob she needed some craft supplies.  She often did this, more times recently than previously obviously, and it was not uncommon for her to pick up a girl friend of her, her sister, or even one or two to neighborhood wives and be gone several hours.  That day she had forgotten her list of items though and and had to return a half hour later, leaving her best friend in the van, as she entered the house to retrieve the list magneted to the refridgerator.  As she knew he would be, Bob was busy at the computer and never noticed her coming in, nor the fact she had walked up behind him in shocked silence.

Bob was naked jacking off his cock to images on the computer.  Sometimes he slowed off his hand fucking as he downloaded a .jpeg or .wvm, only to speed up as the disgusting scene played out.  Of the two videos she did watch, hardly breathing as she stood there in shock, one was of a man tied to the wall and getting his ass literally whipped raw.  The other was of a man, bound much like Bob was now bound at her feet, while some trashy bitch groaned and moaned, grinding her cunt on the man's face while using a crop to whip the man's belly, thighs, and the scene faded as the crop landed on his cock and balls, each 'screaming' out their pleasure.  How fucking sick was that?

She managed to leave the house, still unnoticed, and even managed to put on a smile as she strolled with her friend through the arts and craft store.  But inwardly she was feeling sick and betrayed.  'Man, he's getting his rocks off watching some perverts!' constantly sounded in her mind.  That was the first, and certainly not the last, night she did not coax his dick to some ressemblance of erect and attempt to satisfy herself.  She shuddered involuntarily when he place his arm aroung her, placing his hand safely just over her bellybutton.  Though she felt repulsed she even managed to twist around to give him a kiss good night.

That next day she did something she thought she would never to, ever.  She violated his privacy to find out just what the stranger that was her husband did on the computer.  By looking at the recent places area, she discovered, though he did indeed do some office work on the computer, by far most of his time was surfing the internet for porn.  Not any porn, but female domination porn.  Unbelievable women that controlled wimpy men with ropes, chains and whips.  Sure there were some dominant places, where the man was a hunk, but the theme there was far from domination.  The man, well Sam figured most men, would happily lap some gorgeous bitch's cunt, in supposed servitude.  The man's cock was erect, and much to Sam's consternation, easily twice the man meat of her husband's worthless cock.

Over the next several weeks, Samantha Grender, a virgin on her wedding night, began her own foray through the murk and muck of internet porn.  There seemed very few sites geared for women. Heck, Sam thought, there weren't ten women in town that were as fit, young, or as beautiful as the majority of women on the sex sites.  Certainly she was not as lithe and athletic as the bitches that Bob seemed to find attractive.  And like Sam soon discovered, unless she went to gay sites, there was not a plethura of hard handsome cocks, at least not as many as there were of widespread,  pink-lipped, neatly trimmed pussies over rose colored puckered assholes.

But she did find a few sites interesting.  She even managed, at first guiltily, to finger herself to an orgasm as the sex played out on the computer screen.  Finally, as the sex waned to near non existant between them, Sam feared their marriage was going to be nothing but an empty shell with no intimacies, until the day came, and come it would she felt sure, the empty marriage would collapse.

Yet Sam deeply loved the man who so gently and patiently took her virginity so many years ago.  Losing him did not seem desireable.  Sure some would say she was weak and afraid to lose the wealth of his business, but that, at least at first, was not on her mind when she began to set up a small camera to record his 'trysts' on his own computer.  All she wanted was the proof, and then when she confronted him, she wanted to know why.

Of course it did not take long before she had her proof.  Another trip to the craft store with Bob's sister this time, yielded for her the next day the opportunity to see him stripping naked at his computer, tying a small cord, it appeared, around his cock and balls, to finally end up with his groaning and cumming as some heavy handed big titted whore beat some hapless fellow's balls.  It was with apprehension she pulled out a picture from the .jped that showed his cock spurting with the scene froze on the computer screen of a man, if indeed some such sick individual could be thus described, had his mouth open under some woman's cunt.  Piss streamed to fill to overflowing the man's mouth and a whip could be seen descending to leave a red welt on the man's inner thigh.  She saved it as a .bmp and used it as the desktop background.  She then made a video herself, starting out calmly enough, but at the end, it was with tears evident on her cheeks, she ended the clip with 'don't even bother coming upstairs until you can explain this.'

***

Bob felt sick to his stomach when he turned on the computer. The background picture was impossible to miss and the video of his wife accusing him then seeming to change, taking the blame on herself for not being what he really wanted.  He sat back in stunned depressed silenced, sickened that his wife was thinking herself the cause of his perverted nature.  And how to explain it?  He had spent years of his life trying to turn away from those feelings.  How it started he had no idea.  He spend the night fully clothed on the sofa, having conversation after conversation with himself.  The only way possible he felt through this was to finally tell the truth.  So when Sam downstairs, he did.  There was crying.  There were weeks of loneliness as each avoided the other.

Samantha determined to understand, perhaps not how her husband had become this way.  But she was determined to know what 'this way' really meant.  So it was not her goal to find sexual release and the 'easy way out', as she accused her husband during those first tormented discussions that were little less then open fights and accusations.  She reread the stories he had downloaded, reviewed the sites he seemed to visit most frequently, and even worked hard to find individuals, such as Bob, that, at least as far as she could tell, were sincere in offering opinions why they were like they were.  Eventually she felt she might be able to help him experience some of his fantasies.

It started very slowly.  Simply tying him up and teasing him on the bed got him excited, and, well, she had to admit, at least let her have some cock.  With near constant 'suggestions' from Bob, Sam managed to tie him tighter, tease him longer, and even occasionally swat him on the ass.  She had determined they would use a safe word, much to Bob's dismay.  And all seemed to be improving, until Sam asked if she was doing all right.  Again a rocky time of several several weeks occurred after Robert explained that 'if she were doing all this for his sake, then it was all pointless'.  The whole idea was that he wanted to feel she was in complete control.  No safety net of a safe word.  No making him cum just to make him happy, although those orgasms were tremendously satisfying.  He tried to make her see that he wanted to be completely controlled.

Again Samantha had taken counsel with her new friends on the web.  This time she listened more to the women of the relationships, finding that many of them, although often beating their partners, did indeed love them.  Even the most sinister sounding of the women, had, at one point, the same difficulties she was faced with.  At least the ones she felt she could believe.  And the one point each seemed to stress was that she would not be able to fool Bob about being in control or actually using him for her pleasure.  Finally Felicia nailed it for her. "Face it, either you want him or you don't.  Kick him to the curb and make him feel miserable all his life, and you too, from the sounds of it.  Or kick him in the balls and have him gobbling your cunt eager to give you the best possible orgasm he can.  And keep him for life."

So it had begun more in earnest three weeks before the shower Bob is taking.  Three weeks to gather items she felt she would need, and a few she most likely would not ever use.  Two weeks it took her to finally convince Bob's sister Jane, her significant other named Rose, Carol, a single woman that lived a few houses down the block, Christine, her best friend that she had roomed with the one term she went to college, and Mary, married to a man Samantha really did not much like, to accept a vacation package.  The only one she confided in completely was Christine, and even she was not told the entire story.  After all, Sam was not sure what was or how the story would go.  Mary was a special person in her life, as with all the shit going on in Samantha's life with Bob, it seemed that Jake was less then kid and gentle.  When Mary began to wear long sleeved shirts on the hot summer days, it was a call to Sam, at least in Sam's mind, that she needed to find a way to help Mary.

The last week prior to the start of their trip, Sam began in earnest to find out if she could even seriously make it work.  She treated him more harshly, though never really whipping him.  She kept him tied for hours, only giving him respites to keep circulation in his limbs.  Mostly though she spent hours, using a modified chair for the purpose, with her pussy just touching his lips and his nose scant fractions of an inch from her asshole.  When she felt like she wanted something in her pussy, she simply got up and rode his ever hard cock.  The only thing she really missed, and it bugged her, was his furiously humping her.  But she would figure it out, in due time.

So the night before the shower, was much like the previous night, rougher perhaps, but growing more satisfying to Samantha.  After coming to the coastal inn, she and Bob went to have a light dinner.  When they got to the room, she had Bob strip and assemble the wooden framework on the floor next to the bed.  Bob took his position, arms and legs spread along the approppriate planks, where Samantha clipped the wristlets and anklets to the rings.  She put a collar on his neck and clipped it to the crossbar plank.  Using a belt, she cinched it tight around his belly and the part of the plank that crossed under the small of his back.  A couple of more modified belts and collars, his elbows were fastened to limit their ability to interfere.  And his knees were spread as far apart as possible, giving him more then a sense of vulnerability.  She had to let him lay like that for a couple of hours while she ignored him and watched television until his cock again shriveled to a more manageable size, then working quickly, she pulled his cock through the ring, pushed one ball through the ring, pulling some extra scrotum through the ring, then, despite his groans, forced his other ball through the ring.  Once the ring was on aroud the base of his cock and balls, his cock soon was far too erect to remove the ring without cutting it.  That night was the first night Bob was required to not only kiss her ass, but Samantha was not satisfied with a few pressing of his lips on her ass cheeks, she wanted it all.  A long slow, tongue deep in the ass french kissing of her puckered opening.  Using the leash attached to the ring around his cock and balls, Samantha rode his face to the best orgasm since this whole sordid affair started.  Whenever he seemed to falter, she tugged on the leash until he groaned and strove to press his tongue deeper into her asshole.  And when she was ready to orgasm, she held the leash tightly in the center, pulling harshly on his genitals, then began to swing the free end of the leash to his belly.  As she began to grind her ass and pussy on his face, the blows became more erratic, with the leather ring landing beside his cock and balls, and against the inside tender skin of his thighs. To celebrate her orgasm, she purposely swung the leash to send the leather handhold of the leash against his balls.  Obviously this was not near as painful as say a crop or quirt used on tender swollen balls, but since it was Bob's first experience of having his nuts struck, on purpose, he let out a scream.  Being surprised, if that seemed so likely, and worried of the possible noise being noticed, Sam pressed her sopping cunt tight to his open mouth.  The vibrations felt remarkable to her already over sensitive vaginal lips.  When she felt him begin to struggle for breath, she lifted her dripping pussy from his face while he gulped for air.  Just as he started to mumble somthing, she again lowered her pussy to just brushing her cunt lips.  His labored breathe sending thrills through her body.  The another sharp slap with the leash, whose limp chain did more possible damage then the leather that was far too light to damage his testicles, the leather again made him scream out as she lowered her open cunt to accept his scream.  It took five more swats, to total seven the same number as the years of their marriage, before Samantha simply found it too difficult to lift her quivering, orgasm spent cunt from Bob's cum and sweat soaked head.  She simply fell to the side and slowly managed to get her one leg off of Bob's head.

It took several minutes for her to recover.  But when she saw the look of adoration in Bob's face, she knew she had passed the test.  Not only the test she had given herself but also the test that Bob had forced her to take.  Would she be able to use him?  Obvious she could, and for that Bob was completely grateful.

The Story

Part 2

Bob showered with the handcuff dangling off his right wrist.  He was still marveling over the way his wife Samantha had used him.  Other than her not allowing him to orgasm, it was probably the most perfect sexual encounter of his life.  She had kept him tied to the framework the entire night.  Sometimes when she woke up, she would dangle her arm over side of the bed, and lightly stroke his nipples, only to grip them between thumb and forefinger to give the tender nipple a pulling twist.  By morning his left nipple was absolutely throbbing and he had gotten little sleep.  His wife's cum had pervaded his every breath, even after it had dried and made his skin feel strangely tight.

Bob remembered when Samantha had gotten up and silently went to the bathroom.  She returned a few minutes later with accompnying sounds of the stool gurgling its flush.  Sam looked down at her husband, the cum having made his light brown hair stiff and near glued to the sides of his head.  Lifting her barefoot, she gently lifted his balls with her toes.  Again Bob began to groan as his tender balls were touched, and that made Sam's pussy tingle.  Almost without much thought, Samantha again sat on Bob's face, where he eagerly began to lap her pussy.  Even though she had not wiped herself from her morning piss, Bob did not seem to notice.  Much to her disappointment, since she was going to show him her dominance.  But Bob was doing a great job with long strokes to her puffy lips.  So she leaned forward and began, for the really first time to minutely and completely study the cock she now owned, or should completely own after the vacation.

Though still not anywhere as large as the average cock of a website stud, it was definitely the largest she had ever seen it to be.  The skin was stretched and she could see tiny veins under the skin.  The urethra was now a large firm tube along the bottom side of his cock ending with the flaring deep red piss slit.  She wanted her finger tips to slide smoothy against the dry skin, but it was too dry.  Leaning lower, causing her clitoris to come more vulnerable to Bob's tongue and her naked breasts and hard nipples to gently touch his quivering abdomen, she lightly blew against the cock head directly on the flared opening.  Bob groaned, vibrating against her clit even as his cock twitched and bobbed.

Sam chuckled and gain blew a stream of air, trying to hit the open slit of his weaving cock.  Soon though, Bob ceased to groan as intently and his cock only twitched an inch or so to her breathing.  She then returned to usng her fingertips to trace the veins of his cock, to stroke his trapped testicles, and to even lightly stroke the skin between his balls and anus.  Bob again grew more attentive to her cunt with his lips and tongue.  But once again he seemed to become accustomed to the light touch.  It was then she spit the only fluid she had immediately available.  Now using her fingertips to spread the saliva around the smooth skin of the cock head, Bob was gain actively groaning and sucking her cunt for all it was worth.  Inquisitively she gripped the shaft of his cock and, using two fingertips, she began to apply firmer pressure in a circular motion.

"Oh, God! Stop!"  Bob's muffled scream vibrated against her clit.  She could not supress her smile of accomplishment  She had managed for the first time to have Bob ask her to stop.  And, if she really was going to take control of her slave, then there was no way she was going to be able to stop.  At least until she wanted to stop.  Which had to be long after his begging would begin.

So it began her first real successful torment, that also gave her pleasure, of Bob's cock.  Holding the shaft securely, her fingertips aroused him.  The sensations, according to Bob were too intense.  He claimed he had to pee.  His hips rocked and writhered as she continued, using more spit and her palm to slide maddenly in faster circles just around the top of his cock.

"Please stop!" Bob wailed, just before Sam again sealed his mouth with her pussy.  "I have to pee!  I ... " again the words served only to vibrate against her clit.  "Pee, I can't" gulp, "stop it."

'Pee?' Sam chuckled to herself as a few drops of urine managed to seep out of the piss slit.  Those few little drops, and those that ever so slowly followed them, served the noble role of adding to the lubrication, and Sam's need to occasionally spit on his cock stopped.

Bob soon enough began to thrash in the little movement his bondage allowed.  Although he could not help himself, Bob was jerking his head so hard, he was actually beginning to hurt Samantha's pussy.  It was then that Sam laid down totally, using her forearms on Bob's belly, resting her pubic bone on his chin, and with a thigh tight to each side of his face, ankles crossed and locked, Sam determinedly brought Sam to a blubbering, tearful, uncontrolled mass of plaintive begging.  Promising everything and anything.

"Would you drink my piss?"  Sam chuckled, as Bob tried desparately to appease her cunt with his tongue, even though now it was harder to reach.

"Oh, yes, please.  Please stop."  Sam begged.

"What else would you do for me? Hum?"  Sam questioned as her fingertips replaced the palm of her hand to trace the head of his cock.  Soon everything she had read about, and many she had not dreamed or thought about, were given as Bob's cock ached in its erection.  His bladder seemed to be cramping, even though surely he had pissed a gallon of urine.  Though in truth maybe a quarter of a cup had been able to be released through the now overly restricting cock ring.  And all that had been efficiently used in his torture.  From the gauntlet of being a pet dog, wearing anything she might possibly want him to wear, he went through the litnany of fantasies he had ever heard about.

"What about the ownership of the business?  Would you give that up?"  Sam purred with her lips almost touching the head of his cock.  She was so close she felt the heat of his cock.

Bob grew still and silent.  While she waited for his answer, her finger tips slowed and were replaced with the tip of her tongue.

"God yes." Bob sobbed as his wife probed his piss slit with her tongue.

"Would you grant me a divorce and the freedom to be fucked by a real man?"

Bob again grew so impossibly still.  Samantha lowered her face further and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her saliva now freely coating the head of his cock as her lips and tongue began to work feverishly on the trapped aching cock.

"Please don't make me."  Soon changed to "Yes, anything, anything at all!"  sobs coming deep from his belly to pleasure her cunt.

"And can I play with my new toy for as long as I wish?"  Samantha paused just long enough to as the sobbing man, her broken husband.  Then, for the first time in her life, she began to take as much cock into her mouth as possible.  Forcing herself to take it all, to make the cock head enter her throat, to crush down as hard as she could until her lips circled the base of his cock and her nose divided the tightly held and swollen aching balls.

Samantha did not bother listening to his answer.  For any answer he gave, whether it was she could not play with his cock, which certainly was obviously not the case.  Or that he would allow her to play with her cock until she was happy or wanted to quit, which was what she was going to do anyway.

And so it happened that Bob got the best and certainly the worst blowjob of his life and his imaginations.  Every nerve in his genitals, and even his asshole, felt impossibly stimulated.  He had to piss.  He had to cum.  He had to stop his wife from tormenting him, to quit crushing his aching balls.  He had to stop having her twisting her head, grinding and squeezing the head of his cock in her swallowing throat.  He had to, to let her continue, for there was no escape.

***

So it was, that Sam continued as the cock throbbed orgasm after orgasm, that provided no relief.  And if a few drops of piss leaked out, Sam never noticed or tasted them.  She only stopped after she knew there was no further she could take him.  His body stiffed, his hips rolled up so far it appeared his hips and thighs were going to dislocate themselves. His head was shoved up into the tight compression of her thighs and cunt.  Then he grew slack, his toes the only thing that stop quivering, when they too finally unclenched.

***

While he seemed okay to Sam, she unfastened him from the framework, rolling his limp body as needed to place handcuffs on his wrists behind his back.

Two hours later Bob slowly began to come around.

It was a new version of Bob.  Perhaps he loved her yet, Samantha mused. At least she hoped so.  But one thing was certainly clarified, Sam, when she needed to be, could be ruthless.

Bob saw this as he lay groaning at her feet.  He curled up, then moved his lips to her bare feet to pay her homage.  Muttering "Mistress, my Mistress."

Sam allowed him his few minutes of delusion before she reached between the back of his thighs and grabbed hold of the leash.  Now pulling his cock and balls back between his asscheeks, she grabbed a handfull of hair with her other hand, forcing his head back and him to look into her face.  Then she brought the leash and hair together so she could hold hold both firmly with one hand.

Sam open handed slapped his cheek. "What do you mean claiming me as your Mistress?  Did I say ever that I would accept you?"  SLAP! The sound of the slap seemed to echo off the walls.  "For now, you will treat everyone the same.  Politely.  Always referring to any female as Ma'am, and any male as Sir.  You are to be immediately and completely obedient, to everyone.  Perhaps, in time, I will accept you as my slave. But until then, well, your just a slave to everyone.  And anyone."

"I want you to take a shower so get up and turn your sorry ass around."  Sam ordered, 'asssisting' as she pulled him to his wobbling feet by his hair and balls.  She unlocked the left band of the handcuffs, and firmly, slowly pushed him away.

"Understand me?"  Sam asked, one hand pushing at the small of his back, the other holding yet to the leash now pulling harshly on his cock and balls between his asscheeks.

"Yes"  Bob could barely whimper.

She let go of the leash, finally allowing Bob to begin walking to the bathroom and the shower that awaited him.  Samantha used her left hand to reach across her thighs and take hold of the buckle of the belt that was used to hold Bob's back to the framework but now sat on the bed beside her.

Bob had managed to limp three steps toward the bathroom, when Sam swung her arm backhanded over her legs, the belt following and straightening as it flew through the air.  She never bothered to look to see where the belt landed.

The fire exploded in his ass, errupting just above where the cheeks of his ass joined his thighs.

"The rest of your punishment for failing to refer to me as Ma'am will come when where I am ready to finish." Samantha stated to no one in particular.

"Yes ma'am. Yes. Ma'am." Bob managed to force through the lips that wanted to scream out in agony.

So it was that Bob took his first shower wearing a set of handcuffs locked to his right wrist and a stainless steel ring, with attached leash, tightly holding his cock and balls.

The water hurt.  Cold or hot, pulsing or the gentlest of sprays possible from the shower head.  He took a long shower.  Alternating between the extremes of the possiblities.  The changing temperatures was allowing his cock to finally begin to relax.  His fingers cautiously explored the damage done to his cock and balls.  Other then the burning sensation as the blood was finally beginning to be able to pass through the skin of the swollen scrotum, his nuts were tender, and there seemed an unusual amount of fluid in his scrotum, he seemed to be okay.  Well as okay as one can imagine a person may be having survived the torment.  Although it caused a little pain, he managed to massage his balls and scrotom enough to get his nut sack in some semblance of normal.  He even finally managed to be able to piss, albeit in the shower.

Forty five minutes of showering, Samantha deemed long enough.  "Come on, get done!"  She ordered.  It had been forty five minutes Bob had reviewed his fate.  That she was definitely taking control fullfilled his every dream.  That she was seemingly willing to exercise her control was good.  But, Bob could not but question, what have I gotten myself into.  She seemed intent to take more than he had bargained for.  He seemed to have given everything away, if not legally, at least verbally.  Surely she could not want a divorce!?  And another guy?  That certainly was going too far!  'My god,' Bob muttered to himself, 'she's my wife!'  So, although Bob was confused, he was happy.  Or was it, although Bob was happy, he was confused.

Either way it was a very nervous man that stood, wrapped in the shower towel, that meekly let his wife recuff his hands behind his back.

Samantha had already dressed for the day at the beach.  Wide brimmed had over her raven black hair, that held the sunglasses that were to protect her eyes from the sun's rays.  The slinky skimpy string bikini left little to the imagination, which she seemed not too shy of exposing under the thin beach jacket that barely came below the cheeks of her ass.  She wore some two inch heeled sandals, that made her legs seem a mile long.  A beach bag set at the table by the door out of the room.

Samantha held up a man's version of a string bikini, which was little more, or perhaps even less than a posing strap.  Made of what appeared to be a baggy patch and some strings, it make a jockstrap seem overdressed.

Bob stared at the garmet in disbelief.  Surely she had no intentions of making him wear that in public!

"I can't wear that!"  Sam sputtered.

"Oh, ok."  Samantha conceeded easily enough as she tossed the string and patch to the bed.  Taking up her beach bag of supplies, she walked over to Bob and took hold of the leash still attached to his cock and balls.  "We're ready then.  Let's go."

It took very little pressure to make Bob's balls begin to ache anew.  And with her second step, the length of the leash was reached.

"No!"  Bob managed before he belied his word and began to follow his wife.  Protesting and pleading, he even offered to wear the sting garment.  Obviously by then it was too late.  The door closed and locked behind them.  Sam knelt and unfastened the now unnecessary leash and even removed the handcuffs, putting them into her bag for later use.

Bob immediately gripped where the towel, that barely came to mid thigh and only overlapped his waist by a couple of inches and opened along the side of his leg as he stood in shuddering disbelief.

"Now do be a good little boy and come along."  Sam giggled wrapping her arm around his waist and placing it on the hand gripping his towel.  "Relax Bobbie Jo."  She whispered in his ear, her tongue darting out to tickle the lobe of his ear.  "Let go of the towel, unless of course you prefer to wear nothing at all but that little ring around your cock and balls."

"Hi Sam and Bob!"  Bob's sister Jane greeted them, closely followed by Rose, coming from the path around the patio, having missed the time of Samantha unfastening the leash and handcuffs by mere seconds.  "Its about time!  The others are finishing up brunch and will be out here in ... well there they are!"

So Bob began to walk amid a five relative pretty and provocatively dressed in swimsuits of varying modesty,women and that know-it-all Jake.

No one seemed to notice much, though certainly Bob was in a near stumbling zombie, what with his wife shifting her thumb into the tied band of the towel and wrapping her fingers through the slit to keep the towel open from her hand to the bottom edge of the towel.

In fact it was Jake that first seemed to notice something peculiar.

"Man Bob, what kind of swimsuit are you wearing?  Jeez, I mean I don't mean to sound weird or anything, but that must be some tiny pair of swimming trunks."  Jake was himself enviously dressed in a pair of baggy swimming trunks that came clear down to his knees.

"Oh,"  Samantha squeezed Bob tightly around his waist as she felt him shudder.  "I had a conservative suit for him to wear, but, well, Bobbie Jo, wanted to wear something even more daring.  A one of a kind personal creation, as it were. Right Bobbie?"  Again Samanthan nuzzled his ear, her tongue flicking along the ridges.

Bob shuddered, obviously from the arousal his sweet wife was causing as she nibbled his ear lobe, though it was that her fingers were individually releasing their grip on the towel, her fingernails lightly stroking his naked outer thighs.  Surely any second, right here, in front of everyone, anyone, even that fucking loud mouth Jake, Samantha was surely going to remove his towel.

"Right Bobbie Jo?"  Samantha's teeth nipped sharply on his ear lobe.

"Yes Ma'am."  Bob blurted.  Praying that was the way out.  He felt Samantha's finger begin to tighten once more around the over lap of the towel.  Another nip to his ear, and a heart dropping sudden opening of her fingers, "Yes SIR!"

The fingers closed and Samantha giggled sexily in his ear.  "My daring Bobbie Jo."

the story_part 3

So it was that Bob found himself walking to the beach not much differently then you or I would walk.  Well, perhaps most people would carry their yet unused towels draped over their shoulder, much like Jake was doing.  But would it seem so unusual that one man admidst five perhaps not strikingly beautiful women but women that were rather pretty each in their distinctive ways.  They all wore swimsuits, from a Carol's very modest one piece, to a quite provacative string bikini worn by Mary.  Interestingly the swimwear seem to reflect the opposites of personalities, particularly concerning Carol and Mary.  The single Mary like to flirt with the men she met at the bar.  She was outgoing and vivacious.  Mary, on the other hand, was normally quiet and shy, easily embarrassed, and perhaps, too kind.  Jake, however, being a cad in Samantha's eyes, seemed to always be forcing Mary into embarrassing situations.  Even now, it was obvious as she clutched the short wrap just below her breasts, she was uncomofortable with being so slightly attired.  She was red-faced and Jake seemed too pleased.

However uncomfortable Mary's situation appeared to be, Robert was in a more embarrassing predicament.  Although he revealed less to the casual passerbys, nearly everything he wore was presently controlled by Samantha, his wife.  For underneath the towel he was completely naked save for a stainless steel ring around the base of his cock and balls.  Attached to the ring below his balls was a link fastened to the ring.  And every time Bob would attempt to hold the towel, his wife would giggle and nuzzle his ear, oh so much like a twittering madly in love young wife, yet her whispered warnings in his ear made him shudder and obediently put his hands back down to his side.  Or even, making matters worse, having to place his arm around Samantha's slim waist, hand riding on her hip bone where he could feel the muscles move and envision his wife's tight ass forming small globes in each cheek with her every step.

And there was absolutely nothing Robert wore that would hide the fact that his cock was semi rigid and threatening to become a towel thrusting full erection.  Only his fear of helped to keep his cock from simply pushing the uncontrolling towel out for all the world to see.

Samantha's threat was not one of idleness either.  She had chosen Spring Break in an ocean shore city known for the college students that flocked and partied for a solid two weeks.  As she had expected, the city had beefed up its patrols and were highly visible.  One of her giggling warnings had held the question, "How long do you think it would take for that cop there to have your naked ass in handcuffs, riding downtown, with you blabbering some kind of unbelievable story about being forced?" She chuckled, "You'd make the headlines even in our small town!"

So Bob walked and fought the stirrings in his balls, trying his utter best to not get an erection he knew would take quite some time to recede.  He tried to ignore Mary's shoulder as she occasionally bumped into him, since Jake seemed to keep pressing her Bob's way.  And leading the pack, were three hot asses he could not hardly ignore.  Jane had worn a sensual black two piece, though covered with the semi transparent beach wrap, could easily be seen to move as Jane's step forward, her weight shifting, her other leg coming back, the cheek of her ass plumping up, then elongating as she continued the stride. "Shit, she's my sister!"  Bob thought as he willed his eyes away from that tantalizing sight only to begin to be enthralled with that red bikini that Rose wore.

Since Jane and Rose were indeed lovers and quite sexually active.  That they were freely walking out in public with arms around each other's hips, those hips so close together, was no surprise.  But for Bob they were spelling disaster with a capital D.  So many times he had fantasied about watching, and hopefully participating some day, to women having sex with each other.  What could be more arousing than watching as Jane lay on a bed, with Carol's pussy over her face, legs spread to show that tight puckered asshole.  Oh to see her squirming around as Janet lapped eagerly at the nectar of her arousal!  "Oh God" Bob groaned aloud as the vision developed in his mind's eye.

So Bob willed his gaze to the other woman, Christine, who was Samantha's best friend.  She was wearing a much more opaque outfit that happily, for Bob, hide her wonderous assests from his view.  However, Christine was always turning back towards Samantha to talk with her.  Since her wrap was not fastened in the front and gaped open from neck to its lower hem, Bob could easily see her full breasts cupped in the royal blue bra of the swim top.  Being the most athletic of the women, her muscles of her abdomen were firmer with just a small roundness to her belly.  And when she occasionally walked backwards, at his front left, speaking to his wife on his right side, Bob tried desperately not to watch the way the thin triangle seemed to narrow to just cover her crotch between those long gourgeous legs.

"Bob, darling," Samantha cooed in his ear, "perhaps you should carry the picnic basket."

Bob looked up to see Christine grinning, looking at him. Particularly she was looking down at his ... "oh shit" Bob gasped as the obvious sign of his errant thoughts.  Even Jane and Carol turned to see what the fuss was about.  Carol's face was warmly pink in seconds with a hand trying to hide the giggle.  Jane was less embarrassed and chuckle, staring at the tented towel.  Mary was a brilliant red as she tried not to notice the way the towel had opened at Bob's leg beside her and she could have sworn she saw....

"Your sick man." Jake chortled, even as he relished his own wife's embarrassment and the way she tried so hard to keep from having her hip brushing Samantha's hand that held the towel at Bob's waist.  Jake loved it and crowded Mary even closer, pretending to be willing to take the basket Samantha was holding for Bob to take, until Mary was actually pushed and held tight to Bob's side.  His leg was brushing hers.  Her shoulder had gotten behind Bob's shoulder as she tried to turn and give Jake less distance to take the basket.  Jake's arm was in front of her, seeming to push her into Bob.  Bob grabbed for the basket, his arm brushing her tit, while Mary silently pprayed no one noticed the miniscule biege near-thong bikini, that barely covered her pussy lips, had taken a much darker color as her juices flooded from her swollen nether lips.  Or that they noticed that her half inch nipples were erect and threatened to pop out of the top of the triangle of beiges that did little to hide or support her breasts.  Again she cursed her husband for choosing a top whose widest part barely covered half of her breast at the bottom.  Or that the top peaked just above her aereolas. Or that with so much openess to the sides of each breast, she worried with each step and each bounce of her breasts, her entire tit would come out and be on display for all to see.

She cursed at Jake silently that he would put her in such a position.  And that her body was betraying her, just as Bob clutched the picnic basket with both hands, crimson faced, shoving the basket hard against his erection, unfortunately for him, up against his belly, with the sensitive underside of his cock rubbing the towel and the ridges of the basket.  And Mary tried to wet her lips with her tongue as she realized her sexual desire was feeding off Bob's humiliation as much, or more, than on her own humiliation. When his upper arm had come back it crushed against the hard nipple flesh, sending a thrill through her tit that seemed to race down her trembling tummy and exploded in the erect clitoris that was now riding the moist triangle.  Mary stumbled as the so very unwanted orgasm seemed to tighten and squeeze her hot cunt.

Bob felt Mary stumbling and felt her hard nipple digging into the back and inside of his arm as her full breast seemed to want to find shelter between his arm and his chest.  He turned his head to look as though in a mirror, as Mary red-face, humiliated beyond anything that Jake had ever put her through, let a tear roll from her soul catching eye, which feel to his shoulder in a hot flash of intense stimulation.  He wanted to catch her, keep her from stumbling, to hold her tight, to feel her breasts smashed hard to his naked chest, to feel his cock pressed between her thighs, mostly he wanted to shot his jism deep in her hot sopping cunt.  But his hands were full, and he had other pressing problems.

One particular problem was that she had grabbed him around the waist and leaned harder towards him. And that Samantha had moved her hand out of the way so that Mary's hot flesh burned against Bob's thigh. And that Samantha was now reaching around Mary, holding her, it appeared at the small of her back.  And Jake seemed to have taken hold of Samantha's upper arm at his right shoulder, crowding Mary even tighter to him, forcing to step with her right leg as he stepped with his left, or else both stumble and fall to the ground with their legs entangled.  Mary was shuddering, Bob feeling her hot breath on his naked shoulder.  The women in front were now thoroughly enjoying and laughing at the spectacle the two made.  And Jake was outright laughing, first slapping him on the right shoulder, then his arm slide over Bob's shoulder to actually pull Bob had enough to that her hair cascaded over his shoulder, her hot teary-wet face in his neck.

Mary shuddered again as Bob's elbow pressed between her breasts, she weakly tried to fight it as the second orgasm began to swell and blossom deep in her belly.  She wanted to jam her hand into her crotch, grab and squeeze the flesh, she wanted to knead and squeeze her sex, shove fingers up her cunt so that the orgasm would be so intense she would not crave another so very soon.  But the best she could so was pull herself tight to Bob, feel his hip grinding against hers, and grip his left arm with her left arm.  She wanted his hand at her cunt, his thick fingers filling her.  She wanted to force him to stop, drop the damn basket and let her grab each of his ass cheeks and force his hard cock into her open cunt.  Or at the very minimum be allowed a few seconds to hump his leg like a bitch in heat.

Bob's final resiliance and desire to force the helpless woman off his side was squelched completely at the realization it was her closeness, her pressing her hot trembling body against his tormented flesh, that was holding the damn towel.  His silent pleas were no longer that she would cease to torment his body with her feverish body.  No more did he try to avoid her.  Rather he worked at keeping his leg in time with hers so that her swaying hips would stay against him and so keep the towel from falling off the back of his ass.

"Lovely isn't she?" Samantha whispered in his ear.

Bob tried to answer but his voice was just a strangled croaking noise.  Then in complete disbelief he felt his wife slow up and move behind him, no longer touching him in any way.  Jake, too, the fucking bastard, had slowed to join with Bob's wife, leaving just the two of them pressing hard to each other, both for different forms of security.  Bob knew, almost assurredly, that her need for his safety and security would soon vanish.  When her orgasm subsided and her strength returned, she would hurridly move away from him, totally embarrassed and humiliated.  She would far too ashamed.  Mary would certainly turn and clutch tight to her husband, seeking whatever solace he deemed her worhty of.  Jake might hold her and let her weep on his chest.  For Jake could do that.  He was not carrying no god foresaken basket.  He was not walking around in public with a raging hardon that ached held in that infernal steel ring.  He probably would not, of course, Jake was a creep from the sewers of depravity.  Bob who wanted only to give solace to the beauty on his arm, must instead try to talk with her, to convince her that he needed her.  He had to make her understand she simply could not leave his side.  He had to plead with her, if no other option remained for him, to help him.  The opprtunity to drop the basket and run was long since gone.  Surely before the basket hit the ground the falling towel would be snatched away by either Jake or, Bob realized, his own wife Samantha.  Bob had the vision of him trying desperately to hide his stiff purple cock and balls with his hands, his ass cheeks flapping in the breeze, as he tried to race to some form of covering.  The sidewalk to the beach was now crowded with a throng of eager college students.  The police seemed to be everywhere.  Were he to run, Bob saw in his mind, how he would be caught, his hands cuffed behind his back, his cock waving for the cops to see and laugh at him as they hustled him to a wagon of other miscreants.

No, Bob realized, he had no option but to nuzzle his cheek against hers and whisper his pleas as he tried to keep from shocking and scaring her away.

Mary nearly cringed away as Bob's labored breath brushed her sensitive cheek.  No other man had ever been so close to her, well probably, since Jake was certainly not a man to cuddle and whisper in her ear.  She felt his emotions, ragged and raging, as he asked her to listen to him, to keep pressing hard against his body.  He seemed inceasant about something to do with his towel.  He wanted her to take hold of the towel.  She almost pulled the towel free in gratitude that he was offering his towel to wipe her tears and cover her more completely.

"Oh god no! Please no, Mary, please!"  Bob felt the hand at his right hip gripping the towel and begin to pull it from him.  He felt the slight over hand knot that so barely secured the towel on his left hip start to loosen.  "I beg you."  Bob sobbed against her cheek.

It was only then, as Bob's fear worked through her own, she began to understand his words more clearly.  He wanted her to hold tight to the towel so it would not fall.  Something about being naked underneath.  Hesitantly her hand left his arm and gingerly touched the towel and Bob's skin.  She felt a ripple pass under her fingertips as she slide her fingers softly at his side.  She heard him crying quietly to please hold the towel up, to keep it from untying the rest of the way.  Even as her fingertips worked up over the towel and slipped between the towel and his warm flesh, she felt the towel's knot give way.  Bob sobbed in defeat, a split second before Mary managed to close her fist over the two ends of the towel.

"Oh thank you!" Bob slavered at her cheek.

Finding that rather unnerving, she managed to get him to move his head so she could lay her head on his shoulder.  She was so thankful in a way Bob would never understand.  She was able, and wanted, to keep her body close to him.  To let his muscles and movements carress her aroused body gently, something Jake never seemed to need.  Her body craved the carressing as the feelings that had rushed her body were gently and slowly allowed to fade away.  She smiled in complete blissed as she turned her lips to his skin and her tongue slipped out to taste the sweat of his body.  Her body touched him and affected him greatly.  He would not brutally grab her and shove her away at her most tender time.  Instead he was allowing her to carress him with her right hand ovr his hip and the cheek of his ass.  He was not cruelly pushing her away in scorn, but was allowing her to clean the sweat from his hot and trembling body with gentle sensuous kisses and licks of her eager tongue.

For Bob the last block or so of the off beach walk was pure bliss and agony. The longer they walked so closely together the more bold Mary had become.  By the time the group had finally gotten to a somewhat clear portion of the beach, Mary was actively carressing his ass, gripping it tightly at times even.  She had left her unnerving licking of his shoulder, sweet and wonderous that it felt, to be much like Samantha had been.  Nuzzling his ear, letting her hair brush gently across his back and chest as her tongue inquisitively explored his cheek and earlobe.

Mary could not seem to help herself.  It was as though her body and soul craved to express her gratitude, need, and yes, even though Bob was a married man, whose wife was nearby and even watching them, her adoration.  Her body, first given to a small orgasm that had weakened her knees, then later a much stronger one that had required she cling to this marvelous man so very tightly.  But now her body was firmly, no ... demandingly, craving for full and complete satisfacion that only a hard, solid cock wedged tight into her womb would provide. She had no plans, no idea how this could ever occur, but her body willed it and her mind suffered it.

Bob stared as others prepared the place the group was going to bask in the sand.  His one concern, obviously among others, was what and how he was going to hide his erection. But that was, of course, soon something he had no control over.

Mary, obviously aroused and uncontrollable, helped him to drop the basket and began to hold him close revelling in the feel of his cock, rigid and throbbing under the towel. crushed against and probing her belly.

"Go ahead," Samantha chuckled, "you two need to take a swim and cool off!"

Jake was scowling at Mary, but she did not care.  She would worry about him later, at the present though there was a vast and infinite void within her that only the solid manflesh already indenting her tummy would possible fill.  It was certainly not that Bob had a larger cock than Jake, for that was not the case.  Jake's cock was easily a couple of inches longer and possibly thicker.  No, perhaps it was Bob's vulnerability.  His full dependancy of her being close to him was what had made the desire so much.

Both Bob and Mary stared at Samantha and Jake, the other grinning women completely unseen even though they stood around Jake and Sam.  Bob in complete disbelief that Samantha was allowing Mary to so blatantly squirm her near naked body against him.  And Mary in complete gratitude to Samantha.  For a split second she even thought of Jake and his possible feelings.  Not that she cared, at least in the present, but perhaps the bastard might just get lucky with Samantha.

But for now she only wanted Bob's cock.  And so it was that the bewildered husband that had never actually cheated with another woman, was encouraged to place his hands on this primed and eager wench's ass.  Her left hand pulled his head down to her waiting hungry lips, while her right had held the towel on his hip.  Her need was so great that her tongue pried his lips apart.  Obediently, he parted his teeth and allowed the sweetness of her to enter him, the tip of her tongue darting across the tip of his own.  He never realized that they had been slowly but steadily moving to the water's edge.  Not until he felt the cool water lapping over his toes.

Mary tightened her grip on the male's head and finally managed to lure his tongue between her teeth, where much to her delight, it seemed to want to touch her in every place.  Its size much greater than her own filled her mouth quite satisfyingly.  And when his hunger for the taste of her grew, his roughened tongue sent tingles of pleasure she had never experienced.  It was then the last possible inhibition she may have felt vanished.  At the very instant she allowed one end of the towel to drop from her grasp and the towel quickly pulled and tossed up to the dry sand.  With as much force as she could muster, she shoved him backward into the cold water.

Bob fell backward into the surprisingly cold water.  As strangers began to turn to see what the splashing noise was about, Bob quickly scampered to waist deep water.  And when he turned around and saw Mary approaching, he was torn between maddening desire to taste more of that mystical sweetness of her mouth and fright that welled within him as he saw a woman in pure lust and determination.  He began to struggle backwards in the deepening water, daring not to let his eyes leave the sight coming towards him.

When Mary saw Bob moving backwards, of course then she would need to move deeper.  As the water's small waves lapped just over the worthless and pointless bottom, she undid the knots and let it be washed away towards the shore.  The rush of water on her swollen lips far over rode the coldness of the water.  She could see Bob now having backed out into yet deeper water, needing to use his arms to tread the water.  The water now rose to cover her breasts, and the water soon carried that piece of garment away.  Now her entire body could feel that so strange and thrilling carress only possible by being completely naked.

Bob saw the bra top float towards the shore behind the advancing woman.  In desperaton he spun and kicked into a diving swim, his ass breaking the water before his legs and feet disappeared.

Mary grinned hungrily as the race began.  She swam on the surface to where she felt that Bob had gone, unconcerned that her pale ass glistened in the bright sunlight.  Like Bob, yet unlike Bob, she slipped fully underwater.  Having been a life long swimmer, she was soon able to distinguish Bob in the darker water, now struggling to swim parallel to the shore.  Gracefully her legs scissored and her arms pulled her through the water.  With the exhilerating feel of the water carressing her so completely, she soon was swimming directly under Bob.  Rolling in the water, it was a simple manuever and reach to seculerly catch the stiff cock in her hand.

Bob was nearly terrified to death when he suddenly, out of no where, had his cock engulfed.  And, despite his first attempts that had gotten his cock cruelly twished, was soon being led to shallow enough water that his feet once more touched bottom.  She stopped by beginning to climb up his body.  Pressing close, he felt her hard nipples tight seeming to probe his chest.  When she loosened her hold, her breasts seemed to gently sway and carress him.

Mary felt Bob's resistance fade away.  She also felt his cock sliding down her belly as she continued to climb higher.  At times she rolled her hips and belly to feel his hardness for completely, at other time she moved her hips further back away from him so that the head of his cock lightly bounced in the water just touching her skin.  It was at these times she more quickly gained purchase, the cock head trailing down her body, until with a shuddering gasp she pushed with her hips trying to capture the cock.  The turgid head ground against her clitoris and the blissful waves of pleasure resonated from her clit to her nipples then seemed to come crashing back in the pit of her stomach. Though admittedly beginning intercourse in the water may not be as easy as it would seem to be, Mary had no intention of allowing the cock at her tiny trimmed bush to escape.  With one final roll of her hips, she managed to force the bulbous head into the furrow of her nest.  Then as she gasped and tightly embraced her prey, the head slipped into the opening.  Wrapping her legs tightly behind his, she slowly swallowed the cock into her womb in one slow satisfying stroke.

"Now fuck me!"  Mary demanded, her mouth soon covering his.

Bob was so shocked (?), confused (?), so overwhelmed, at Mary's brazen urgency.  That the cool water, that had somewhat softened his cock, at least from the unbearable agony of before, had now been found a warmth that engulfed it.  And when her lips parted at his lips, there was no need for enticement into the other sweet opening.  With the taste of her on his tongue, the warmth of her around his cock, her legs tightly clutching him, and the water gently carressing his balls. It was not possible to have wild abandoned, mindlessly thrusting sex.  Instead is was slow and long, giving him time to slide his hands up he sides and carress her back. It allowed him time to move to her breasts and feel the resiliance of her tits and the way her moans filled his mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.  He had time to, as they worked together to have his cock slide out to almost freedom, then plunge again into the warmth of her body, for his hands to slide down to the cheeks of her clenching and unclenching ass.  With her openess and her obvious growing pleasure as she began to suck on his tongue, her moans turned into deep throated vibrations of pleasure.

Mary sucked on Bob's oral cock.  She could not speak or even groan in pleasure.  His cock was so wonderous in her cunt.  She could ride up its length so easily in the water.  She could slowly allow herself to come back down its length, clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles to savor the feel of every fraction of an inch of his hardness.  As his hands wander to her openly splayed ass, there was only one desire left to her.  She wanted every orifice filled.

Her first orgasm assailed her just as his finger pushed in through her puckered asshole.

"Don't stop."  She managed to say.

Bob continued his efforts.  The coolness of the water counteracted the heat of her vagina.  He found his own orgasm beginning to grow somewhere back over his asshole.  When he tried to gain momentum and thus come to a rapid conclusion, not only did Mary express displeasure, but it seemed to have quite the uncomfortable problem that his cock grew too hard and full, giving him some not insignificant pain.  No it would needs be a very slow torturous sexual event, that her pussy would ever so slowly suck his orgasm from his body, even as, and probably more because, her own body seemed to be on one unending orgasm.

When his orgasm finally grew strong enough to over come the constricting stainless steel ring, all he could do, and that barely, was to keep standing, his cock deeply sheathed within her pulsing slowly as each spurt of his orgasm had to over come the constricting ring. It felt, Bob much later mused, much as though some tentacle within her womb, some small elongating appendage had worked is way down into his cock.  Through it, passed where his testicles were, and even deeper, if possible past his prostate gland.  Finally finding the deepmost orgasm possible, the appendage began to slowly pull it from his body, seemingly to turn him inside out.  It was the strongest most agonizing orgasm he had ever had.

His ass and balls ached.