The Making of a Dominant Wife - Part 14 (Patreon)

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You know how you kiss someone with a little more vigor and passion when you’re really turned on? Imagine how passionately you’d kiss someone if you’d been locked in chastity for nearly a month and teased on a near-daily basis. That’s where Henry was the day I proposed to him. He’d been locked up for 29 days and he was absolutely mad with desire, which is my favorite version of him. There’s really nothing hotter than a man that looks at you like you’re an absolute goddess because he’s so damn horny.

The fun began a little before 5 p.m. on a Saturday. I wore a short, flirty, casual blue cocktail dress and three inch heels and my hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, which Henry always seemed to find so appealing. I think it’s because there’s something a little bit dominant about that look. Henry looked good in a pair of slacks, a button up shirt, and a jacket. I told him we were going out to dinner, but of course I had other plans.

First, there was the kiss. I kissed him the moment we stepped out of my building. I played with the hair on the back of his neck and moaned into his mouth when his hands found their way to my ass. I had no intention of ending the kiss quickly, either. I wanted it to go on. I wanted Henry’s brain fogged with desire by the time I pulled away. Plus, I really, really like kissing him and like I said, there’s nothing quite like that sense of feverish desire from a man that hasn’t had so much as an erection in a month.

The kissing ceased when our Lyft pulled up and the driver politely honked his horn. I smiled at Henry, took his hand, and led him down the steps and into the backseat. The driver confirmed our destination – an exceptionally expensive hotel – and I smiled at Henry as he realized that we weren’t going to dinner. Instead of letting him ask a question I kissed him again. I really didn’t give a damn about the driver being upset that we were making out in his backseat. I wanted to drive my man crazy with desire.

Henry had a wild look in his eyes by the time we arrived at the hotel. I think he figured I was going to make his release and orgasm something special, and I suppose he was right. It did end up being quite special.

I’d already checked in earlier that day so we bypassed the front desk and headed right for the elevators. The moment the doors closed I leaned against the wall, pulled Henry close, and guided his hands under my dress. I encouraged him to grab my ass and give it a good squeeze as we kissed again. I can still remember how intense his desire felt. I’m not sure what it’s like to go 29 days without an erection, but I imagine it’s rather maddening.

I picked the hotel for two reasons. One, each room came with a small balcony. Two, the beds were of the four post style, which made it really easy to put Henry in bondage.

He saw the restraints attached to the two posts at the head of the bed the moment we walked into the room. He turned back to me with a smile on his face.

“Take your clothes off,” I said.

Henry stripped with remarkable speed. At that point he had no idea just how long he’d have to wait before I finally let him out of his cage, but he probably assumed it would happen quicker if he got naked quicker.

“In the bed,” I said when his underwear hit the floor. “On your back.”

Henry crawled into the bed and got on his back. He spread his arms and I smiled as I approached.

“Have you noticed that you’re exceptionally obedient when you want to cum?” I asked.

Henry nodded. “I can’t help it.”

“I’m sure you can’t,” I said as I affixed the first restraint to his wrist. “Pull on it to see if it’s secure.”

Henry pulled hard on the restraint and the bedpost barely moved. I made sure to use a padded cuff so he could pull as much as he wanted, though I had no plans on subjecting him to anything he’d be desperate to escape from.

I walked to the other side of the bed and ran my fingers up Henry’s leg, torso, and arm before affixing the second restraint. He pulled on it as well and I smiled before straddling his crotch. My dress spread out around his stomach and thighs as I settled onto his caged cock and gently moved my hips.

“I love you, Henry,” I said.

“I love you too,” he replied.

I smiled and leaned down to kiss his chest. I gripped one of his nipples in my teeth and bit down hard enough to make him cry out in pain. His legs kicked up reflexively but he wasn’t fighting me. He wouldn’t do that. He was mine to control.

I kissed and nibbled my way down his stomach until I was staring at his locked cock. He’d leaked quite a bit of precum and I ran my tongue over the cage – and the small, soft pieces of his flesh that it left exposed – and licked it all up. Not surprisingly, Henry couldn’t contain his moans as I teased him.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said in that wonderful, breathless way that betrayed his overwhelming desire.

“Would it feel good if I took your locked up cock in my mouth?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered.

I took his caged cock in my mouth and I gave him a wet, passionate chastity blowjob. I sucked hard. I ran my tongue all over the metal and flesh it found. He writhed in the bed as I teased him with my mouth. I imagine he felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as his cock tried to grow in the cage, but that was the point. I wanted him to suffer in the way a man suffers when he’s locked up and desperate for release.

“Please,” he said after a few minutes of sensual sucking. “It’s too much.”

“Do you wish you weren’t locked up, Henry? Do you wish I’d take your cock in my mouth and suck it until you came down my throat?” I asked.

I took his balls in my mouth before he could answer. He groaned as I ran my tongue over his flesh. I sucked hard enough for it to hurt a little, but I was having fun.

“Please,” Henry pleaded once more.

I sat up and smiled as I ran my hands up and down his legs. “You want me to let you out, don’t you?” I asked.

“More than anything,” Henry said.

I backed out of the bed and unzipped my dress as Henry watched. I let it fall to the floor to reveal a new (and exceptionally expensive) bra and panty set. This little number was made from the most delicate lace I’d ever felt and it looked damn good on me. The look in Henry’s eyes confirmed that, too. He would have been all over me if he wasn’t bound to the bed.

“You’re being so good for me,” I said. “You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”

“I’ll always be good for you,” he replied.

I knew how difficult it had been for Henry to go a month without an erection or an orgasm. I knew he was struggling and the fact that I’d spent the past hour doing everything I could to arouse him probably made it that much more difficult for Henry to keep his wits about him and not lose his mind.

“I’m going to make you feel good tonight, Henry,” I said.

I walked away from the bed and pulled open the closet where I’d stashed a small suitcase with a few treats for the evening. I found my strapon harness and my favorite dildo – for fucking Henry, that is – and got dressed while out of his line of sight. 

I stepped into view once more with a smile on my face. Henry lifted his head and his gaze moved between my legs. He looked at the beautiful cock I’d picked out and a smile crossed his face. By that point Henry was used to taking my cock – I’d quickly discovered that fucking Henry with my cock was a great way to put him in a submissive headspace – so he wasn’t nervous. In fact, I’d venture to guess that he was excited at the sight of my cock. I think he’d come to enjoy the sensations of being fucked, especially in missionary style. I preferred it be an erotic experience, focusing on the role reversal rather than a sense of complete and utter domination as I fucked his ass hard enough for it to hurt (though I’d certainly fucked him like that, too).

I crawled into the bed and Henry spread his legs for me as he’d done so many times before. I lowered my body onto his and we kissed while I slowly ground my cock into him. I wanted him to feel the head pressing against his flesh. I wanted him to feel my desire to open him up.

“Do you want my cock?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Yeah? Do you want to feel my cock inside you, Henry? Do you want me to stretch your tight little asshole?” I asked.

I can’t tell you how much I love the wordplay. It’s the role reversal that I get off on and there’s nothing like hearing him beg for my cock.

“Yes, I want your cock,” he said. “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

By that point Henry had found his craving for strapon sex. It wasn’t just that he took it from me. It was that he’d come to enjoy it. He’d come to enjoy the way I’d slide in and out of him in that slow, steady manner. He’d come to find great pleasure in the connection between us as I fucked him. I’d certainly come to crave all of those things. Plus, I loved how submissive it made him. I swear, there’s nothing like that moment when you slide into a man’s asshole as you’re above him. The moment you take him just like he enjoys taking you is powerful and it never ceases to thrill me.

I reached for the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube I’d placed there for the occasion. I coated my cock and Henry’s asshole and tossed the bottle aside before kissing him. I reached down and rubbed the slippery head of my cock around his asshole. I applied just a little bit of pressure and he moaned as I slipped inside him.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Yes,” Henry said.

“Do you want more? Do you want me to fill you with my cock?” I asked.

Henry nodded and I smiled as I slowly filled him. Inch by inch my cock took his asshole and he made that beautiful face. He made that face that every man makes when they’re getting fucked by a woman. Even if they’ve taken a strapon dozens of times they still make it. There’s still that sense of fullness and just a little bit of surprise at being fucked in the way most straight men never imagine they’re going to be fucked.

That look is soon replaced by something a lot closer to a form of pure pleasure. It’s usually when I start to moan. I can’t help but do that. Like I said, I get turned on when I’m fucking Henry. Hugely turned on, in fact.

“Harder,” he said. “Please, fuck me harder.”

Henry had reached a place where any sort of intimacy between us felt good. His cock was locked and I was in his ass, but that was a form of sexual pleasure and he wasn’t about to turn it down. In fact, getting fucked by his girlfriend was a thrilling experience for Henry, in part because I’m certain he found the sense of submission hugely erotic.

“Who do you belong to?” I asked as I slid my cock in and out of Henry’s ass.

“You,” he answered. “I belong to you.”

I fucked him a little harder. “You’ll always be good for me?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Always.”

I gently pushed my thumb into his mouth and Henry sucked on it. I rewarded him with a kiss. I was struck by a strange, irresistible desire to put my fingers around his throat. I didn’t really squeeze – I wasn’t trying to choke him – I just wanted to feel that sense of ownership. I wanted him to feel it too, and since his hands were securely bound he was in a position where he couldn’t really do much to stop me. He was vulnerable, I was in control, and I was happy to take advantage.

“I’m yours,” he said as my fingers rested around his throat. “I’ll always be yours.”

“I know,” I replied with a smile as I fucked him harder. I could see that each thrust was causing Henry just a little bit of pain, but it only turned me on more. I was lost in a sense of complete and utter control over him and it was beautiful.

I wasn’t wearing the kind of toy that would stimulate my clit so there was no chance I was going to cum from fucking him. That was part of the plan, though. Henry deserved a reward, after all, and like a good submissive he finds it rewarding to make me cum with his tongue.

When I hit a place of wild, domination-driven arousal I pulled out, loosened the harness and let it fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. I climbed on top of Henry, straddled his face, pulled my panties aside, and dropped my pussy onto his mouth.

“Make me cum,” I demanded.

There’s something so hot about doing that to a man in bondage. I don’t quite know why, but it’s such a turn on. Knowing that Henry had no choice but to make me cum was thrilling. I’ll admit that I got a little bit of a kick out of knowing that I could sit on his face for as long as I wanted and there really wasn’t anything he could do about it.

He did his job without complaint, though. He ate me out. He pleasured me with his tongue. Eventually, he gave me the orgasm I wanted. He made me cum and it proved to be a rather splendid orgasm. I actually had to sit on his face for a few moments as I needed a little time to recover my faculties after my body refused to do as I desired while the climax ran through me.

It was a knock on the door that pulled me from my orgasmic stupor. “I wonder who that could be?” I asked as I climbed off of Henry’s face.

“Did you order room service?” he asked.

I looked at him, smiled, and said, “I suppose I did.”

In truth, I ordered something far better than room service.

This is getting a little long, though, so I’ll have to finish the story of the night of my proposal next time. See you soon.