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?You know I love you, Daniel? Daphne said, as she leaned back, her hand on my inner thigh, watching me pullthe string with my mouth. Her boobs bounced slightly in the sweater as shelaughed gently. ?I am so proud of you, and all you've done. You've made MasterTanner and I just the happiest couple alive.? Oh, how she knew how to hurtme! But what could I say back? My mouth had string in it!

As I stared up at Daphne, she looked down at me, smiling. "This is whatyou wanted, dearest...isn't it? Remember when we were on our honeymoon, andyou told me you wanted to be dominated? You had to BEG me to give you yourfirst spanking!"

Did I remember!

April, 1984

?But why?? Daphne asked me as she looked at the hairbrush. It was our honeymoon,and I'd just asked her to spank me. ?It's just what I need, honey.? I said,as I gazed into her lovely cleavage. God, that was a great bikini top peeringout of her unbuttoned shirt. Daphne leaned over and kissed me deeply. ?Baby,it's our honeymoon?I was a little restrictive in going too far before we gotmarried, and now I'm ready to let myself all out for you! Let me suck you off,Daniel?you're the sexiest guy I know, and we're married now! I don't want tohurt you!?

I looked at Daphne and smiled. ?Honey, I know what I want. Part of why I marriedyou, is I think you have the potential to be a domme, you're already a greatlittle sex kitten. And I liked it that we went slow before we were married.It drove me crazy!? It was true, too?we'd neck for hours, and I'd get Daphneno further than getting her top off?the bra stayed, so in frustration, oftenI'd stripped naked and necked with this woman who was dressed in a bra andpanties. ?After all, I don't care if you're naked, Daniel?as long as I'm notbeing used here.? I'd gotten a kick out of going home with blue balls, youknow?

Sure there was a part of me that wanted that blowjob. She'd given me two orthree, and they were great! But I wanted my cruel kitten, too! Daphne was staringat me.

?I saw those silly bondage magazines in your closet, Danny?I read some ofthe stories.? Daphne wrinkled her adorable nose. ?It's a phase you're goingthrough.? She rubbed her little white hand on my congealed crotch. ?Don't youwant a backrub or something?? Daphne's eyes twinkled. ?Do you really want tobe SPANKED? I'll do it, but you might regret it.?

?Oh, c'mon honey? I begged. ?You got so pissed off when I washed your nicedress with my bleached stuff, and it got ruined, and then I smoked a jointwith Woody at the wedding reception, and that pissed you off?you still arepissed about that. Don't you want to punish me?? My heart was in my mouth asI watched her ponder it. She had been really pissed at me.

Daphne looked at me and frowned, and I could tell she was thinking about hermother catching me with the joint in my hand. I knew I'd hit pay dirt whenDaphne's beautiful brow furrowed.

She looked at my mother's old hairbrush, turning it over in her hand. ?You'reright. You are a bad boy. Get up and pull down your pants.? Daphne tapped thehairbrush in her hand and I got a bit worried. ?Well we don't have to do itnow.? Daphne grabbed my ear and pulled me up. Reaching over, she unbuckledmy khakis and pulled them down, and then the shorts. I blanched, but BONG,there was my erection.

Daphne smiled grimly for just a moment, and then pointed to her lap. As Ibent over, I looked up at my twenty-three year old bride with apphrehension?butit was too late!

WHACK! WHACK! Daphne brought the hairbrush down twice, hard, in the middleof my butt cheeks. ?Oh!? I gasped. ?No, no?I'm good at this.? Daph said asshe slammed the hairbrush down again. ?You forget that my poor mother (WHACKWHACK) raised me while working full time, and I was responsible for lookingafter five younger brothers (whack whack WHACK WHACK) and sisters!?

The hairbrush slapped my right cheek especially hard, and I bit my lip tokeep from bawling. ?You better (whack) believe it (whack whack) My poor mother(whack whack whack) who was so pleased that her (whack whack) daughter wasmarrying a rich man (whack whack) and then was (whack) humiliated that he wasa fucking pot head (whack whack) and rude, also (whack) my poor mother worked(whack)two jobs(whack) to raise us all, and I had to raise the kids, and I was quitestrict with them!?

?That's enough, Daphne, please?? I tried to rise from her lap, but Daphnegrabbed my left arm and turned it behind me, slamming the hairbrush a few moretimes, hard. ?You'll learn (whack) to not be (whack) a dope fiend,(whack whack)and to pick up (whack) your clothes, and to be a (whack) good husband, not(whack whack) a shit-bird, won't you??

By now I was sobbing, and Daphne threw me off her lap. ?Get up!? she shouted,and I stood, weeping. I tried to reach for her, but Daphne turned away. ?You'resuch a fucking baby. I hit you a few times and you're such a crybaby, and we'vebeen married six days. Go stand in the corner!? I shuffled with my pants downto the corner, sobbing hysterically.

There was a knock on the door, and a young Mexican looked in with a tray offood. ?Hello, Carlos.? Daphne said with a smile. ?Ignore my pitiful husbandstanding in the corner with his pants down, he's just a pathetic baby.?

I stood there humiliated. ?Maricon?? Carlos asked as he began putting foodout. ?Well he might as well be.? Daphne responded.

 Now, in 2005, I writhed at the memory of that first spanking...and thehumiliation...and look at me now! Bound to a table, with a string in my mouth,and my wife laughing at me!

I leaned back on the table where I was chained spreadeagled and naked. Feelingeven more so as I was so portrayed before my beautiful, elegantly dressed wife.My wrists were cuffed to the table on either side of my head, and my feet similarlycuffed at the bottom of the table.

?Darling boy?you deserve the reward you're about to get?You really do deservea climax.? But as Daphne said this, she covered her mouth as if she were laughing.I saw no humor in this. I hadn't had an orgasm in four months.

My face was covered in sweat as I was engaged in pulling a string in my teeth,and I'd been pulling it, moving my neck up and down, as the rest of my bodywas immobilized.

The string in my teeth was about three feet long, attached to a greasy, donutshaped plastic ring that was encircling the base of my penis. As I pulled thestring up, moving my neck about, I'd pull the plastic donut ring up the shaft,and then just?just before it was about to fall off the glans, and thus ruinany chance of an orgasm, I tugged it back down again, attempting weakly tocreate enough friction that my penis, now denied for nearly four months ofany kind of orgasm, would be allowed release.

 I'm so proud of you, honey.? Daphne said, as she watched me pullingthe string in my teeth. ?Tanner's done such a good job training you, and Ithink you're best in the morning. Your ?breakfast in bed' routine has doneus both a world of good.?

I rolled my eyes and Daphne giggled. ?Tanner says you have a mouth like velvet.? Daphnewas referring to my serving Daphne and Tanner breakfast in bed each morningbefore I dressed for work.

Each morning I would prepare a full breakfast after discovering what theyboth wanted. Right after I brought the tray into the bedroom, I'd crawl underthe sheets for my own ?breakfast? which involved first eating beautiful Daphneout, which would be so much fun, if it weren't for all the foreign sperm Ihad to lick out from Tanner and Daphne's many other lovers. After that chore,I was able to bring her to several orgasms, which of course would make my owncock harden horribly in its metal prison.

Then, after Daphne was sufficiently aroused and had cum once or twice, I wouldmove over to Tanner's side of the bed and suck his cock, which was an odioustask. I am a full heterosexual male, and although Tanner had gone through muchcowhide in tanning me into obediently taking his cock in my mouth, I wouldnever enjoy giving blowjobs.

Some mornings I would just suck Tanner until he came in my mouth, and othermornings?including this morning, I'd been requested to suck Tanner to hardness,and then back off as he mounted Daphne. Then I had to suck and lick Tanner'sballs, coating the scrotum with my saliva in a gentle bathe as Tanner rodeDaphne to a full orgasm.

Then I would climb out of bed, and bring them their breakfast on a tray. OhGod, what a chore! As Daphne talked about it, I eyed the timer. Seven moreminutes. My behavior over the previous four months had been excellent, andI'd taken my disciplines in silence, and I certainly hoped the orgasm wouldbe worth it!

Daphne reached over and tickled my cock as it bobbled above the ring. "Youdon't mind if I tease you, do you baby?" Daphne giggled, and I gulped,trying hard not to let go of the string. She was such an intense tease, andin the twenty years of our marriage, she'd learned to make me crazy over orgasmdenial...I thought about the first time she'd teased me...

February 1994

Daphne smiled as she moved her long nails across my purplish, throbbing shaft.A few years after she'd begun spanking me regularly, I'd shown her some ofmy toys, and she'd incorporated whips and straps in my ?discipline weekends?.Of course at that point we'd always gone back to normal during the week, andGod, I loved her blowjobs, and making love?but there was a part of me thathankered for the kinky.

But then, in our 9 th year of marriage, Daph had suddenly become more reticentabout sex. She demanded that I come to bed with her naked, and almost always,Daphne was wearing a sexy teddy and was even made up a little?I'd turn to her,all horny, and Daph would push my head down between her marvelous thighs, andI'd spend a good half hour eating her out, until she'd orgasmed about threeor four times.

Then I'd come up for what I hoped to be ?my turn? a good fucking, and as Ileaned over to kiss her, Daph would turn away. ?Ugh?not after you had yourmouth on my crotch!? and then she'd roll over and go to sleep, and here I waslying in bed, absolutely rock hard! Often I'd removed the teddy and kissedevery inch of her luscious body, and now what was I getting?

As this continued, I'd often get home at night, and find Daphne quite sexilydressed?often she'd greet me in a body stocking, and give me marvelous, longkisses. Sometimes I'd grab and grope her, and she'd kiss me a bit more, andthen push me away suddenly.

 One night Daphne had told me that she'd fired our housekeeper. ?Mrs.Wills was such a hold-over from your father's life? Daph had said to me. ?Wedon't need a housekeeper. You told me that if I could save money from the budget,we could trade in that ratty old Toyota you gave me, and get me a nice Beemer?soI'm going to keep house myself!?

I couldn't picture my stylish, lazy, and langorous wife doing heavy cleaning,as she usually spent her days with her friends shopping or at the hairdressers,or of course playing tennis. ?Really honey?? I'd asked. ?Sure, you have todo your part too, dear?not just during our kinky weekends when I've made youclean the house as a slave, but during the week as well.? I had had real hesitancyabout this plan, as I worked many hours as CEO of Dad's meat-packingcorporation.

And I was right?Daphne, the lazy playgirl, wasn't doing a damn thing! WhenI got home at night, there would be clothes on the floor, full ashtrays. Whatmystified me there was, I saw Daphne's Virginia Slims with her lipstick markon them, but then there were often crushed Marlboros or Winstons, and occasionallya cigar. What sort of visitors was my wife entertaining, and why the hell couldn'tshe clean up after them!

And of course the sex-cut off had gotten worse. For three straight weeks,Daphne had been the ultimate hot-slut kissy girl, every night either greetingme in a nightie of some sort or a crop-top or tiny tank-top and shorts (andit was the dead of winter). She'd kiss me all over, we'd neck on the couch,I'd grab her boobs through whatever filmy thing she had on, and as soon asdinner was over (?wash the dishes honey, while I get ready for your big cockin the bedroom?)

I'd run in, strip and be about to jump on her?and ?Wouldya massage my boobs,my butt, and lick me down there a little, Danny?? Then, half an hour laterwhen I was raging to put my cock in??No, don't kiss me with your fish-breath.I'm tired?I want to go to sleep.?

The sex-cut off was in a way, what I'd expected?.Daphne had always been oneto be rather imperious, even before we'd begun playing bondage games?she'dget mad and cut me off when she had her period (which seemed to last ten daysout of the month) or if I stayed out with my friends watching MSNBC. One ofher previous boyfriends, a friend of mine, had warned me that Daph could bea ballbreaker..and high maintenance.

Why had that excited me? The idea of a demanding princess just took me, Iwas possessed by it, and I had worked so hard to make her realize I wasn'tan insensitive type, and I wanted to make her happy.

Now that the maid was gone, it seemed that whenever I got in at night thehouse was trashed. Daphne was quite often sitting in front of the TV,sometimeswith a male friend, of which she had a lot of them? platonic, she said, butmany were ex boyfriends. ?Hey babe? she'd say as I dragged in from a long day?

?Didn't get much done, but there's some kinda TV dinner thingie in the kitchen?youknow I don't like to cook.? But you fired our cook/housekeeper, I argued silently.But I couldn't get upset with her, she was so damn pretty, and often I'd takeoff my jacket, put on an apron, and make us a good meal, as Mom had taughtme to cook quite well. Then I'd try to pick up her discarded deli wrappersand stray shoes, and sweep the carpet a bit. ?Your ass looks so cute when yousweep, babe.? Daphne would laugh.

But even after all that, making her special desserts, being nice to the guyfriends until they finally took off, rubbing Daphnes feet, and hoping I'd getlucky at bedtime?I didn't. Well, sometimes I had, Daphne was a great lover,and had a tight vagina. But in the past month, there'd been nothing

And then one night, I got in, and Daph met me with a vermillion tube top on,a hot number I hadn't seen her wear since we'd been seniors at Duke. God, hertits were big! Daphne had greeted me with a huge kiss, and then I looked overher shoulder at the horrific mess---three days and it had gotten worse andworse. The Colonel, Daphne's Pitt Bull, was slurping Lo Mein out of a take-outcontainer on the floor. ?Daph, I think we need the housekeeper back, orat least a maid, dearest.? I said to her. ?I don't think you're keeping upthe cleaning.?

Daphne had grabbed my cock through my pants, squeezing it. I gasped. It hadbeen nearly a month since I'd cum in her. I'd actually jerked off in the bathroomstall at work several times, I'd been so horny?though I'd certainly done wellfor her in the orgasm department! Jesus, if she continued to tease me, I'dneed a hooker!

?Baby?it's just been too much for me? Daph said, rubbing her crotch againstme. She was wearing those damn cut-off denim shorts?and actually had blackpantyhose on under them, on her legs?and I could see stiletto heels, too.

?All the pressure?I'm on the committee for the Club's Golf Classic?you know.But if you could clean this place up?Daffy's going to give you a big surprise,baby?? Daph rubbed her crotch against my own, and I breathed in.

 ?Oh, no?you're going to make me do all the work again, and go to sleep!? Isaid in annoyance, though I was so excited. Her midriff was perfectly flat?andlook at that sexy belly button!

?No, baby?I won't do that? Daphne said innocently. ?I want to give you a goodtime?but will you clean up the house for me?? As I rushed for the vacuum, shesaid ?And get dinner, willya? I'm starving!?

Daphne sat and watched me clean, making helpful suggestions as she pulledher hand in and out of her shorts. ?Yes, the floor's clean now, baby, but whydon't you wash the windows?and take the pictures off the walls and the curtainsdown and dust them?? As I finished this chore, she looked the pictures over,toying with my cock through my pants. Oh God...did her fingers feel good. Itwas Friday, and I hadn't cum since Tuesday, when I'd jerked off in the bathroom!The Colonel followed me around and sniffed at my projects, as if he were asupervisor as well.

?Yes, very good. Now that all those pictures s are down,why don't you scrubthe walls, and clean the draperies and the blinds.? When this was done andmy back was aching, Daphne gave me a big, meaningful kiss again, and showedme a nipple. She hadn't allowed me to touch her breasts for the past two nights,she'd claimed that they were ?tender?

?Wouldn't you like to kiss this, hon?? Staring at the luscious areola, I bentmy head... I began to drool. She slapped me lightly. ?Then get back towork. Take the cushions off the sofa and chairs, and vacuum them?and use somewoolite to get the Popsicle stain that Mike left on the big chair.? I couldn'tget the stain out, even after frenzied rubbing, and Daphne was annoyed. Shewent into the kitchen and came out with a pancake spatula.

How's that going to help, I thought. ?Get the stain out!? Daphne toyed withmy penis through my pantswith her long fingers and I got harder and harder.Suddenly she unzipped my pants, and pulled it out. Oh boy. WHAP! The spatulacame down, big, flat, painful metal on the tip of my glans, and I screamed.

As I screamed, The Colonel began barking hysterically, not at Daphne, butat ME. I began worrying that he might bite my balls off..and she was the oneattacking me!

 ?Scrub it!? Somehow the stain came out, though my knees were coveredwith a rash from all the kneeling in the shag rug. ?Now scrub those baseboardsbefore I hit you again! I told you to clean the coat closet! That's not clean!WHAP!?

My cock really stung with the second slap of the spatula, and then all ofa sudden, Daphne pushed me in the closet and locked it. An hour later, sheopened it again, and I fell out, coughing and spitting. ?What the hell's upwith you?? she asked. ?Wh-what'd you do that for??

Fortunately I'd zipped up again, and the spatula wasn't in her hand anymore.

Daphne shook her head. ?You are supposed to be cleaning adequately so we canmake love, darling?not malingering. And I wanted dinner?you never got thatfor me. I went out and had some ribs, and I brought you back a roll from thebowl on the table. Eat it fast, and let's get to the kitchen! Get a toothbrushto get rid of the dirt around the faucets!?

I scrubbed the kitchen cabinets, lined the shelves with paper re-organizedunder the sink, and then cleaned the refrigerator, as Daphne stood over me,tapping her high heels. Looking up at her as I was going through the vegetabledrawer, I was getting super-hard. She looked so intense in her tube top! Theirritated look on her face made me crazy, too!

Daphne kicked me as she saw me looking at her, and man, did that heel hurtin my side. ?Hurry up?clean the air vents and mop this kitchen floor?we don'twant a shit hole here, Daniel.? I looked at Daphne and began crying. ?I'm tryingso hard, baby?and I worked nine hours today at work, all these meetings, Ihad to fire the public-relations VP, and I'm so horny.?

 As the tears ran down my face, Daphne looked at me sympathetically,and kissed my lips and my neck. She rubbed her boobs through the tube top againstmy chest. The Colonel snuffled a bit and nosed my behind, which I thought wasirritating. Why couldn't she have a Pekingese, like most women?

?You poor baby?? I breathed in her perfume, and stroked the long strawberryblonde curls. ?Honey, I can clean some tomorrow..but can't you give me a blowjob??

SLAP! Daphne reared back and hit me so hard my head bounced. ?You want meto give you a blowjob, you little shit?? She was furious, but I couldn't helpwatching her tits bounce in the tube top. ?You're not man enough for a blowjob?you'renot man enough to wear those clothes!?

Daphne pointed down at her legs, at the black stockings of the pantyhose. ?Youshould have your gut sucked in by pantyhose, not me?I give a MAN a blowjob.Get out of those clothes!? She slapped me again, and I burst into further tears,and undressed, without thinking about it.

Daphne went into the bedroom, and came out with an old pair of pantyhose,and I noticed there was a hole in it. ?That's right, crybaby?I cut the crotchout! Put them on!? Sobbing, I pulled the pantyhose on, and my cock bouncedout of the hole in the middle?and yes, it was rock hard.

"Now get into these high heels!" I stepped gingerly into a pairof pink high heels and stood before Daphne, as she laughed at me mockingly.Suddenly I noticed she had clothespins in her hands and she placed on on eachof my nipples. "Now how dare a sissy boy like you ask ME, for a blowjobwhen you're a pathetic cry-baby in pantyhose!"

The Colonel barked at me savagely, and I became very quiet.

As Daphne ragged on me, I cleaned the rest of the kitchen. SNAP! The horriblespatula whacked my bare cock, bouncing out of the pantyhose gap. ?Do you thinkyou're done now? Get to the bathrooms. They all need cleaning, my bathroomFIRST!? Grabbing my dick, Daphne pulled me with her elegant nails into herbathroom.

?Take the old towels out! Wash them! Scrub the door handles, the knobs, scrubthat bathroom mat, the shower curtain, the windowsills! Scrub out that toiletbowl, scour my bathtub, you pig!?

A half hour later, Daphne walked back into the bathroom, and I was prettydamn proud. Everything was gleaming?the baseboards and the tile were cleaned,and I had even scrubbed the bathroom scale! 

Daphne looked into the toilet. I heard a snarl as I was admiring her tightass through the crack of the shorts as she bent over. ?You lazy snit!? Daphnegot up and grabbed my neck and shoved my head in the toilet.

?Lick that bowl out?it's not clean enough!? I opened my mouth, but realizedI was about to drown in the water! So I began licking and kissing the insideof the toilet until she finally let go of my neck. As she pulled my head out,The Colonel nipped me on the left buttock. It was not my evening.

Finally the whole house was clean, and I'd just finished changing the sheetsin the master bedroom. I looked at Daphne pleadingly as she leaned againstthe door, her boobs swaying.

?I thought maybe I'd go to bed now, hon? she said lazily. ?It's been sucha drag working on the house with you.? I was astonished and I pouted. Daphnelaughed at the sight of me, standing there with my dick sticking out of herpantyhose, clothespins on my nipples, grinding the high heels into the floor.

?God, there's nothing funnier than a man who's sulking because he can't getany. You just strut around looking miserable like you're going to have a tantrum,and I'm just fascinated by that. I told the caddies at the Club about how stubbornMr. Wallman is when he's cut off, and they thought it was hilarious.? Daphnelaughed. ?Manuel and Pepe said they'd like to see a picture of you pouting.?

I winced. "Must you tell everyone of our personal business?" ButI couldn't stay mad at her...she was impossible!

?And you promised that we'd have some fun?? I pouted some more, almost againstmy will. I stomped my foot, and the high heel almost punctured my posterialtibial bone.

 I gripped my fists and stared at her. ?We're married! I want to havesex!? Daphne looked at me, standing there in my crotchless pantyhose, nippleclamps waving, cock bobbling in the pink high heels.

She burst into laughter. ?I really can't believe what a pathetic creatureyou've become, Daniel.? Daph giggled. ?I thought this submissive thing wasa kink you'd outgrow, since I'm a pretty hot girl and know all the sex tricks?butyou really are pitiful. And you didn't do much of a job on the house. You can'tclean worth a damn, and now you're giving me orders??

Daphne looked at me with deadly eyes, and stopped laughing. ?You're a spoiledbaby. Roll down your pantyhose and bend over the bed, NOW!? Daphne spun onher heel and left the bedroom. What was I to do?

I rolled my pantyhose down to my knees. I stood there a moment, shaking myhead. Usually when we had sessions we'd agreed on it at first, and in the nineyears of our marriage, Daphne had never suggested it first?but now things seemedso different!

Daphne walked back into the bedroom, carrying a bamboo cane I'd not seen before.When she saw me standing there with my pantyhose rolled to my knees, she barked ?Whyaren't you lying over the bed!?

 She walked up close to me, whacking my arms and shoulders with the cane,as I held them over my face. ?Didn't I (whack) tell you (whack) to bend (whack)across that (whack whack) fucking bed? Didn't (whack) I?? Finally, with caneblows raining on my back I threw myself across the bed, blubbering, buryingmy face into the spread.

?Now then.? Daphne said as she calmed down, ?I've still no proof that you'reman enough to get laid by me?you're such a weepy wimpie boy, it's enough tomake me sick. But if you are deserving??

I looked up. God, she looked so sexy, green eyes flashing, tossed strawberrycurls, her breasts bouncing merrily in the tube top as she handled thatdamn cane. ?Yes ma'am, I deserve??WHACK!

 The bamboo hit my shoulder and I turned back into the spread, blubbering. TheColonel howled.

Daphne's voice came out stridently.?If you are deserving, you can take mylight chastisement without a lot of screaming. Can you take it like a man,Daniel??

My father had often told me I couldn't take anything like a man?he'd belittleme when I'd cry after a shot at the doctors, or when I skinned my knees rollerskating. Then he'd always give me ?something to cry about? and God knew I didn'twant to repeat that horror.

I looked up through brimming eyes. ?I'll be a real man, Miss Daphne.? Daphnesnorted contemptuously. ?Well we'll see, won't we??

Daphne swung the cane through the air, and it hissed frighteningly. ?I'llexercise this cane a bit, and we'll see whether you have any ability to beeven a fraction of a man.?

She lifted the cane. WHACK! Right across the middle of my buttocks. Oh. WHACK!On the right thigh. WHACK! On the left cheek. I bit the spread to keep fromscreaming out. The third whack was enough, and I grabbed my cheeks, just tofeel the cane hit my knuckles.

?No, no?? Daphne warned. ?We can't have that.? She went away for a momentand came back with a piece of clothesline. I felt my wrists being tied together.

?Now then, we can begin in earnest.? For the next five minutes, I felt asif I was sitting on a lit gas grill. Daphne found every sensitive spot on mybare buttocks, and I screamed and cried, trying hard to stifle a bit?but thiswas too much!

For years she'd spanked me with hairbrushes, slippers and paddles, but thisbamboo cane was nothing like anything I'd ever experienced!

Finally she tossed it aside as I lay there,weeping. ?Goodness, I'm pleasedwith this! You wuoldn't believe how interesting your butt looks now, hon. You'vegot all these lovely purple and burgundy marks all over..there's a seriousweal on your right cheek there?wow.?

Daphne rolled me over and I screeched anew as the spread hit my scorched cheeks. ?Youwant dominance right, Daniel? God forbid I do the wrong thing by you.?

Daphne sat down and stared at my limp member. Certainly I'd forgotten aboutsex with the vicious thrashing going on. ?What's wrong?is he mad at me?? Daphneran a long nail across my penis and it perked up a bit. Daphne stroked a bitmore, and began cupping my balls with her other hand. I moaned.

Daphne got down on her elbow on the bed and brought her fully glossed lipsto my glans and blew air on it, and it immediately swelled. She stroked andtoyed with my penis some more. ?You know Daffy loves you, honey?I just needhelp around the house and all.? I was staring into Daphne's cleavage, oh thatgoddam tube top was sexy.

?Mommy doesn't want to hurt you?? Daphne stuck her wet tongue in my ear asshe leaned towards me and began toying with my frenum like it was nobody'sbusiness. It seemed almost as if Daphne's soft, beautiful fingers were nowplaying a lullabye on my long-denied cock, and her other hand was squeezingand pinching my bare bottom, welted as it was from the bamboo cane. 

Daphne's tongue began exploring my sweating neck as her fingers pulled further,and soon my stolid erection began drooling excessive precum. I was gettingclose to orgasm.

I'd never been teased before?I was still hoping for sex. ?Honey, why don'tyou untie me and we'll screw, babe, huh?? My cock quivered as Daphne's nailstickled the vein crawling across the shaft.

?I'm trying to make these veins more purple, honey?it's fun!? Daphne saidas she continued to toy with my cock. ?I don't feel like making love tonight,darling?but it's fun to toy with you, eh?? As Daphne's forefinger traveledupa nd down the vein, her thumb tormented my frenum, and my balls felt leadenwith backed up spooge of several weeks!

 Daphne continued to bring her hot lips to just the edge of my cock. ?You'dlike it if I sucked you, right? I nodded feverishly, and she laughed. She blewmore air on my straining glans, getting me very hot and making the precum thatwas pouring down the shaft incredibly cold. Then Daph alternated blowing onmy cock with spitting on it, and rubbing the saliva into the base in an incrediblyerotic finger massage.

I felt as if my cock was about to fall off of my crotch, it was so hard, andDaphne was merciless! ?Now, we're going to watch ?One Life to Love? my favoritesoap opera, honey.? Daphne looked at me with a sweet smile. ?Ashley taped itfor me all this week, because I've been so busy. It'll be about five hours?soyou can concentrate, I'll not play with your wee-wee during the show, justthe commercials. She forgot to edit those out.?

Oh, God. Daphne helped me off the bed, my hands still tied, and we went tosit in the living room, where she turned on her video of what must've beenthe most boring soap opera of all time. She focused all the way through it,and I watched inadvertently, and then during the commercials, she toyed withmy cock, running her tongue in and out of my ear?oh goodness!

?Are you hungry, darling? Mama brought some ribs back for you!? Ah yes, whenshe was in the restaurant, and I'd passed the ninety minutes in the hot, airlesscloset, with The Colonel's snores for company.

But the ribs were delicious, and Daphne fed them to me as we watched the show.Mmm. God they were good. But the Colonel wanted his cut, too?and was not allthat satisfied with just the bones.

Then it happened! Daphne began talking to him. ?Oh, Clem, isn't there enoughfor you, would you like to lick some sauce?? Daphne poured some of the hotbarbecue sauce on my penis, and the dog came forward and began licking andsucking my cock.

Me! I'm a Stanford MBA and a former city councilman, and a dog was lickingmy cock, and what was more, I was enjoying it. The Colonel's tongue, thoughrough, was quite stimulating. I began moaning excitedly, against my will .

?Colonel,you are giving my husband quite a good time here, eh?? Daphnegiggled. ?Now I'll be afraid to leave the two of you alone!? Suddenly, though,there was no more barbecue sauce, and the Colonel grunted and coughed, andwalked away.  

"Please, Miss Daphne, aren't you going to let me cum?" I couldn'tbelieve these words were coming out of my mouth. "I'm dying here...won'tyou let me make love to you?"

Daphne grinned at me. "I kinda shy away from bestialists...but I'll letyou touch yourself, maybe..."

That had been the first night that Daphne had really teased me, and then untiedme and allowed me to jerk off. I couldn't believe it at first--I hadn't jerkedoff since I was a kid, and there I did it, pumping my cock on my kneesin front of her. After I'd cum on the floor, Daphne had allowed me to wipeit up with my underwear, and then we'd gone to sleep...that was the FIRST time.

Now, ten years later, I watched her lazy finger, bug eyed, as it toyed withthe tip of my glans as it bobbled above the plastic ring.