Obedience Gets Rewarded

Literotic asexstories – Obedience Gets Rewarded by MosheDovit,MosheDovit
“Is it okay for me to ask for something? I want to be treated a certain way but I don’t want to sound whiny or demanding. Can I ask for something?”

“Yes, you have my permission. Describe it for me.”

“Well, you know I like it when you use me as a domestic servant. Remember when you had me scrub the bathtub until it shone? It was basic, menial, subservient work that you insisted I did naked. Can we do something similar again? Maybe the floor? Does the floor need to be scrubbed?” She stared at me without speaking and I should have taken the hint. But I kept talking, digging the hole deeper, until I could see she was just waiting for me to run out of breath. I finally stopped talking.

“Sorry. I don’t want to sound presumptuous. Forget I said anything. It’s just that being your naked servant makes me very horny. But I know what we do is up to you. I don’t have a say and I am perfectly fine with that. Please, disregard my question. Ok, I’ll stop talking now.”

She said nothing for a good minute, which is an uncomfortably long pause in the conversation if you’re a sub who just realized he crossed a boundary. It meant that she wanted me to think about why she was silent. She wanted me to realize what I had done myself.

“I’m sorry Ma’am. I should not have presumed to suggest how any part of our sexual interaction should play out. Your pleasure was not my main focus and I am very sorry for my selfish, badly considered idea. Please forgive me.”

“I don’t usually tolerate unsolicited begging. However, I will excuse your behaviour this time. Don’t let it happen again. Despite being a selfish slut,” she grinned. “I think you’ll be happy with the plans I have made. We’re going to work on your posture,” Jenna said. “It’s not menial but it’s going to be challenging. In any case, participation is mandatory.”

Okay, I guess my posture could use some work. I don’t really slouch much but if my wife thinks I need to straighten up, then I will. Mandatory I get, sometimes even crave, but challenging?

“I need to see you naked to establish correct posture and make adjustments, so strip and stand in the middle of the floor.” We were alone so my clothes came off easily. I had no awkward second-guessing moments, like when she demanded I strip in front of her friend just to prove that she held the reins. I guess I became accustomed to shedding my clothes at a moments notice shortly after that.

“Stick your ass out.” I arched my back.

“Kneel. You can keep your hands on top of your head for now.” I knelt in front of Jenna while she fastened my collar snugly around my neck.

“Stand.” I stood. Jenna snapped a leather cock ring around the base of my genitals. The width of the strap forced my cock and balls to protrude.

“Stand up nice and tall,” Jenna said. “Keep that back arched, tuck in your chin and spread your legs apart a little. Knees straight. Perfect! Stay right there.” She walked around me slowly, touching watching my reactions, tracing my muscles with her hands and fingers.

“But you’re not going to be able to hold that posture for long without some kind of motivation.”

Jenna clipped one end of a short chain leash onto a small ring embedded in my cock collar. She drew the leash taut between my buttocks and fastened the other end to a D-ring on the back of my collar. As long as I kept this exaggerated posture, with my ass stuck out, my back arched and my chin tucked, I could breathe easily and my genitals still had adequate circulation. Even so, the tight chain restraint forced my erection down to a 90 degree angle from my body.

“Show me your wrists.” I held out my hands palms up. She buckled a restraint to each wrist, then she knelt and fastened restraints around both ankles. Jenna clipped the ankle restraints together, allowing about six inches of flexibility between them and making movement extremely difficult.

“I’d rather you stay where I can keep an eye on you while you’re practising your posture control exercise.” Jenna stood up and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“Ah. One more detail. Put your hands close to your neck. She clipped the wrist restraints to D-rings on either side of my collar so that my hands hung uselessly by the side of my head.

“You can shift your weight carefully if you keep your back arched. But let’s not loose that nice hard-on until we’ve seen what it can do under duress. Oh, one last thing. Open wide.” She filled my open mouth with a red rubber ball that I bit down on. The gag was then tightly secured with a strap at the back of my head. Jenna kissed my cheek.

“I don’t want to hear any complaining. You need to start improving your posture and overall fitness level if you expect to keep up with my libido.”

Jenna ignored my muffled grunts and colourful explicatives while taking the time to maintain my erection. Yes, I was allowed to voice my outrage. She thought it was cute. It never changed the outcome.

Whenever she noticed my cock was not erect she would take a few minutes to stiffen it again, then she went about her business. After the second or third time I started oozing enough pre-cum to lubricate my entire shaft, with her help. When the natural lubricant dried, all it took was a little spit in her palm to make my cock slick again. The posture retraining went on for about 20 minutes before she decided I was ready.

“Okay, I think you are primmed enough to entertain me,” she grinned. Jenna unclipped my ankle and wrist restraints. She removed the chain leash from my collar but left the other end clipped to my genitals and pulled me toward the sofa.

“You can masturbate if you like. I’ll watch from here. I don’t care if you use porn or not, but tell me when you are ready to cum. I want to watch.”

Jenna unclipped my leash and sat me on the sofa. She bent forward and hardened me again with a few strokes. “That was a long time to stand straight. You did very well to get hard so many times.” Her hand formed a sleeve around my erection.

“Let’s do that one more time before I let you go.” I tensed again, waiting for the hormone rush. I tried to push back against her hand but she pressed me into the sofa and my cock responded to her touch, again. She milked me a for a minute, occasionally squeezing then relaxing the pressure on my cock. The intense pleasure of her hand brought me to the edge again. Then Jenna let go. Almost. Almost there, but not quite. She unclipped my hands from my collar.

“I’m going to leave now but I’ll be watching. Make yourself cum for me.”

I needed a focus to perform, so I sprawled back on the couch and clicked on some femdom. I felt her watching. Not watching to see what turned me on, she couldn’t care less, but watching my reactions. She was giving me permission to be a slut and it turned her on to see me act on her generosity.

She liked that she controlled my need; that my release depended on her whim. The very idea that she used my porn addiction to reward me for engaging in pornographic behaviour was beyond erotic for me. The line between reality and virtual reality was getting deliciously blurred.

The male specimen being milked on the screen suddenly erupted into the cup the teenage farm girl held between his legs. A combination of the absurdity of the moment, compounded with Jenna’s relentless teasing during my posture training pushed me over the edge.

I came for her. Even as I ejaculated I knew, at least partly, that I wanted to satisfy her. It had been days since I had been allowed to cum. I yelled and grunted and almost sobbed. I heard her sigh in the background, like she had tapped into that moment of ecstasy with me. Hearing her made me realize that all of what was happening made a whole. That is, in my mind it had all become porn. Her watching me watching porn, that was the erotic porn scene that made me cum. But I didn’t have long to think about it.

Jenna closed the gap between us quickly and pushed my shoulders back into the sofa. She lifted her skirt, peeled off her panties and straddled me.

“Open!” I opened and she stuffed her thong into my mouth. “Don’t swallow yet.” Jenna bunched her skirt in her fist above her waist and lowered herself onto my still-erect cock. “You need to make me cum before you will be permitted to go soft,” she said. With both hands braced against my chest she rode until she shuddered and collapsed on top of me.

I spit the thong out. She laughed. “I should make you wear it. Maybe next time huh?”

“Whenever you want. You know me, I’m here to be of service.” She sat up with my cock still firmly embedded in her. I felt myself grow. Impossible as it was, my trapped cock was hardening.

“Yeah I know.” She rocked her hips. My cock felt like a hand was milking it. I tried to move with her but she stopped me.

“Stay still. You like that?” She was tightening and relaxing her pussy around my cock, and I was very erect again. How? I thought she had milked me dry. How could I possibly be responding to her?

“Answer the question sub. You like being milked? What if I told you that that this is why I keep you?” Her iron thighs were hydraulic pistons that moved her pussy slowly up and down on my shaft.

“I have you to use when I feel horny, when I want to cum, or when I want to feel my power over you. Your cock is my control lever. Understand?”

I couldn’t reply. I tried to tell her that I understood, that I was grateful for her attention and for the opportunity to cum, but all I could manage was a strangled grunt. She grabbed handfuls of my hair with both hands and deepened her squat.

“From now on you will be milked every day. I know you like watching other men get their cocks drained, so now you will be that guy in the video.” Her muscled legs pumped harder on my steel cock. “I’ll decide how I want to milk you and you will get used to whatever methods I choose.”

Beyond thought now, I strained to keep as much of my erection in her as possible, while she rode to another orgasm. She shrieked out a high-pitched sound that could shatter crystal and ground her pussy into my groin.

Exhausted, we collapsed on the couch. With Jenna on top of me, my overworked cock was finally allowed to deflate and slip out of her. She pushed herself off my chest and sat on my thighs. We stared at one another. Her face was flushed, her breathing still ragged.

“Oh my god, that was so crazy! Let’s do it again!” The look on my face must have been priceless. Jenna burst out laughing and I had to do the same.

“Two sex addicts enabling one another! What could be more appropriate. I was serious about the daily milking though, I hope you realize that.” She ran her fingers through my hair, smoothing the tangles of lust out with care.

“I’d say I can’t wait to get started but I’m too exhausted. Let’s not make it hard again until tomorrow, if that pleases you Ma’am,” I replied.

“Yes that pleases me. In fact it pleases me immensely that you want to please me. And you do man-sub. You please me a lot and I love you for it. Let’s go to sleep now. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day for you.”