Bound, Edged and Denied

Authors note: The story follows on from my previous submissions exploring femdom from within a loving relationship, it can be read independently but would likely make more sense if read as a follow on from those stories.

She sat there on the sofa, her feet up, flicking through a magazine whilst simultaneously watching a cookery show on the tv.

She could hear him moving around in the hallway, working hard, decorating. He was naked as she'd ordered, apart from his pink chastity cage, which stood out quite nicely against his pale skin, swinging unhindered between his legs as he moved around. What must he think of her? She thought.

Every now and then she would get up and see how he was progressing, he was doing fine of course, but that didn't stop her from pointing out imaginary errors and insisting he repainted the area. She received exasperated looks from him but knew he simply daren't raise any objections. He'd been locked for four days now and been warned at the start of his imprisonment that any bad behaviour would only delay any release.

Let's have a little more fun, she thought as she called to him. He entered the lounge and looked at her questioningly. "I'm thirsty, I'd like a coffee." She mentioned absentmindedly as she skimmed through her magazine.

There was a pause as he looked at her, astonishment written all over his face. He'd been working hard all day whilst she had done virtually nothing.

She cast a glance at him over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. With that look he withered and rushed off to do as he'd been told.

As she sat there awaiting her drink, she thought about the recent events that had led to this situation, about spanking him, hard! playing with herself whilst he stood, naked facing a corner. She had to admit it had been a total buzz to her, something she never thought she would really enjoy, but she had and how!

They'd spent a long-time discussing event fully the next day. He'd enthused about what happened, explaining it was heaven to him, how he loved experiencing such dominance from her. She told of her surprise at enjoying it so much and how she wanted to explore this lifestyle further, yet for a while needed to return to 'normality' and fully process her feelings.

So, they returned to a normal, everyday life. They had time and space on their hands these days, they'd worked hard in professional jobs whilst raising a family and managed to retire early in relative comfort. The kids had now flown the nest and they were fully enjoying their new found leisure time. Most importantly there was still a deep emotional bond between them.

She surprised herself when it didn't take her too long to realise she wanted to take control again, to exercise her dominance once more. However, she was unsure of how to initiate such proceedings and it felt like manna from heaven when he came to her one night and actually asked if she would cage him. She feigned indifference but was tingling inside, "Well, if that's what you really want, I guess we can play again," she said, "but be warned we're going to do things my way!" Which is how he ended up decorating in the nude today.

That was Tuesday, it was now Saturday and he'd received virtually no attention from her apart from a short fondle of his balls one morning in bed. She could sense his frustration, his growing desperation to experience her touch, however she determined.

He brought her the drink and returned to his naked decorating.

After a while, she decided enough was enough and it was time for some fun, she ordered him to tidy his tools away and meet her in the bedroom.

It didn't take him long, she noticed, he rushed around desperately cleaning brushes and moving all furniture back to its rightful place. He was soon waiting expectantly by her side as she lay on the bed, browsing on her phone.

She let him stew for a short while but soon took the key to his cage from around her neck and released him. "In the shower now and no touching yourself", she demanded. Once free from its confinement his rod sprang to attention immediately. As he rushed to comply, she moved a stool into the en-suite, positioned it next to the shower cubicle and watched him as he washed. When it was time, she slid open the cubicle door and gently stroked and soaped his member, smiling as he gasped in pleasure. She took her time, lightly massaging the lather into his most sensitive areas, watching him squirm as he enjoyed his first real attention in days.

"There, that's better," She declared when finished, "We don't want any unwanted surprises, do we?".

He turned the shower off and began to towel himself dry, and again at the right moment she took the towel off him and patted his groin area dry. "Remember, you don't touch my cock without my say so," she reminded him.

Once he was dry, she quickly grabbed a blindfold and positioned it on him, first checking he couldn't see anything, she then took his hand and led him to the bed. She sat him upright against the headboard and using Velcro cuffs from their 'toy' cupboard, secured his arms at ninety degrees to his body. Leaning close to him, she whispered in his ear, "don't go anywhere, I'll be back soon and with that she went to take her own shower.

She took her time, lathering her body all over and gently washing herself, she was tempted to play with herself whilst there, but decided there was enough time for that later, after all she had quite an intense session planned.

Whilst washing, she thought about these recent developments in the dynamic between the two of them. She knew now how much he loved being dominated, being teased and denied. He had explained how he loved worshiping her body, being controlled and humiliated, probably more so than his own pleasure. Reticent in the early days of this exploration, she had now come to understand his need and her desire for authority. She was more than happy to see just where the journey would take them. She had a few new ideas planned for this session, that was for sure!

She left the cubicle, dried herself and then started to rub moisturizer all over her body. She took her time, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm skin, admiring her body in the mirror, although still taut and supple in middle age, she always found something to be insecure about, even with the adulation her husband showered her with, forever enthusing about her body. She glanced at his penis and noted it had flagged a little whilst she'd been gone, not to worry, she thought, I'll soon change that.

She grabbed the two toweling belts from their dressing gowns, tied one around each knee and pulled them wide and forwards, securing them near his hands. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, he was totally helpless, exposed fully to whatever she had in mind. She noted how quickly her heart was beating, already feeling dampness between her thighs.

She learnt forward over him, her soft breasts lightly swaying and touching his chest as she came closer, she licked and nibbled his ear then thrust her tongue deep into the cavity, something she knew sent him wild. He squirmed helplessly beneath her and she whispered huskily to him.

"Don't forget, you always have your safeword if this all gets too much for you, but remember there will be consequences if you do so." She added, "if you use your safeword, we will revert to normal, vanilla sex until after our holiday. There will be no more of this for a while."

It was a gamble, she knew. The holiday was six weeks away and she didn't want to stop this at all. She intended to take this carefully, pushing him to the edge of his limits but not beyond.

With that, she settled herself comfortably in front of his cock, she loved calling it 'her cock' in front of him, regularly not even letting him touch it, sending him even deeper into sub-space. She started to stroke him, gently at first, but harder and more insistent as he hardened at her touch. If there was one thing she knew she was very good at, it was edging him, she thoroughly enjoyed watching him squirm and twist, his breathing becoming shorter and heavier. She knew how to closely watch his reaction then just as he approached his orgasm, she would stop and let him go. This, she did and as he huffed in front of her, 'one,' she thought.

She gave his body time to calm down and then started again. This time touching him lighter, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock, causing him to gasp and squirm further. He had now grown to a significant size and she mused about the feeling of his cock inside her, there was no feeling quite like it, the warmth, the depth, sometimes on the cusp of being painful yet wondrous at the same time. She realised he was very close to the edge just in time and withdrew her hand, giving his balls a couple of slaps to take his mind off ejaculating. "You are not to come without permission," she reminded him.

That was close, she thought to herself, I must keep focused. The heat between her legs was rising and there was a long way to go before she was to get any release.

After a short rest she started again, this time just using both forefingers to lightly rub his swollen head, receiving great encouragement from his gasps and cries, this time he reached the edge very quickly and she tightly squeezed his head in her fist, denying him any hope of coming. She saw he was leaking, that clear sticky discharge generally known as precum, she'd never examined it before so decided to do so now, wiping it onto her finger then pressing it between her thumb and finger, testing its viscosity. With that she had an idea, scooped some more fluid onto her fingers and pressed them into her husband's mouth, not knowing how he would react, he surprised her again by sucking greedily. Wow! that was hot, she thought and repeated the action, this time stroking him in time to her fingers moving in and out of his mouth. She sensed him reaching his climax again and quickly stopped. 'Four.'

She took a break herself, went downstairs, opened a bottle of wine, grabbed a glass for herself, a bottle of water for him and returned to the bedroom. She gave him a drink from the bottle, poured herself a glass of wine and sipped it whilst harshly fondling his balls, enjoying the squeals he made as she did so.

"So, are you ready to go again," she asked, not waiting for a response, she started tugging at his penis, swiftly, holding it tight. He pointlessly starting to twist and turn, trying this time to get away from her attentions and she knew she was beginning to get the desired effect from him. She placed her wine on the bedside table, grabbed his balls in a vice-like grip to keep him still and resumed her pumping. Within moments he was gasping and she stopped again. 'Five,' she counted to herself.

Another rest, this time she worked herself up his body and straddled his chest. She leant forward, held his head still and licked inside his ear, loving the feeling of him bucking underneath her but deciding to punish him for trying to dislodge her. She grabbed both his nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pulled and twisted at the same time, he screamed out loud, she did it again and again his howls were loud and genuine. She released him and whispered in his ear, her warm breath tantalising him beneath her. "Still haven't heard that safeword yet, who's a good boy?"

She dismounted him and returned to his cock, started stroking him again, knowing he was really struggling now, pleading for her to stop, crying out he'd had enough. She knew he was loving it really, there was no way he'd give in, she certainly hoped not. She stopped again as he neared release, slapped his balls and repeated the whole thing was once more. She'd edged him seven times now and could see his entire body trembling in frustration in front or her. This was fantastic but she needed attention soon!

She learnt forward again, making sure her breasts rubbed against his body. "Have you had enough yet?" She inquired, "Shall I stop?"

"Yes please, no more!" he cried, mistakenly thinking his ordeal was coming to an end.

"Well, you only have to say the words I want to hear and I'll stop," she answered back.

"I... I... What? I don't understand." He gasped, at a loss as to what she was hinting at.

"Well, in that case, let's see if this helps!" she said, took a swig of her wine and once more started to pump his penis, hoping he would soon come to understand what she wanted to hear, to be honest her wrists were beginning to ache and she needed to bring this part of the proceedings to an end sooner rather than later.

The same thing happened again, she released him as he gasped again, once more close to release and asked him what he had to say.

"Please, I don't understand," he cried. "What do you want, I'll do anything! Can I lick your pussy? Is that what you want? No more teasing please!"

"No, no you don't understand," she cooed. "You lay there and think about what I want to hear!"

She'd had another idea, sat a little further down the bed and this time placed her feet either side of his dick, rubbing them up and down, using her toes to add extra stimulation. She'd aroused him this way before and knew it was an absolute favourite of his. Her husband's loud, incessant groans only further proving her point. Yet again stopping just in time. 'Nine!' she thought to herself.

She paused, looking at him in silence to see if he had anything to say. He was whimpering now as he still didn't seem to understand what she wanted. So, it started again, this time gently, using her hands, caressing, stroking him. His cock was engorged, massive, she couldn't recall it ever being so big, such a shame it won't be seeing any action today she thought to herself.

She was brought out of her reverie as he gasped out, "oh no! please no, no that! don't!, you can't!" It seemed he'd finally grasped her intention.

"Say it." She demanded.

"Please don't, no please," he babbled, almost incoherently.

"Say it, now!" She insisted, harshly squeezing his balls as a means of encouragement.

He finally yielded and whispered, "please... lock me back up". He was whimpering now.

Oh Fuck, this is so hot! She realised. She wanted more. "Beg me!" she demanded, "beg me to lock you up without coming".

He caved, he couldn't take it anymore, "Please, I don't want to come, I want you to lock me back in my cage, please, I beg you lock me away! no more!".

"Well, if you insist," she said, trying to sound disappointed, whilst in reality loving that her plan had worked so well.

"Yes please, please lock me up," he mumbled, utterly defeated.

She looked at his throbbing penis, there was no way that was going in its cage like that, she knew what was now required and disappeared downstairs once more.

Upon her return a few minutes later, she released his legs from their bound position, sliding a thick bath towel beneath him before doing so.

She pushed his legs apart, lifted his scrotum and placed a large bag of ice cubes beneath them, dropping his balls onto the top of the bag. He shrieked in surprise and she pressed down on his balls holding them in place as he tried to wriggle away. A quick, hard slap to his thigh stopped his complaints and she carefully wrapped two more bags around his penis, holding them in place with a couple of her hair scrunchies.

Now it was her time, she retrieved her wand vibrator from their 'special' cupboard, sat down by his side and snuggled into his body, her head leaning against his shoulder. She turned it on and soon entered her own world of pleasure forgetting about everything but her own needs. This was a new toy and had quickly become her favourite, the gentle yet incessant hum driving her wild. She took her time at first, enjoying the intense build up, writhing in pleasure, gasping and panting as her passion increased whilst pressing up tightly against his body. This was wonderful, she loved the self-indulgence, the decadence of satisfying herself and herself alone. This time the thought of him laying bound, helpless and denied next to her raised no feelings of guilt or shame, she loved it and this freedom helped her reached her climax sooner than expected, squealing and gasping in ecstasy, her body tensing and stiffening as she came.

She lay there for a while, spent, drained. She felt euphoric and fully understood she needed this; they both did. With that, she pushed the wand into his mouth and watched dreamily as he licked and sucked it clean, totally under her spell.

She dozed for a while, enjoying such liberty, such freedom from convention, loving the obedience he had granted her. She came around and realised the bags of ice were still in place.

"Let's see how your little soldier is doing," she declared. As she carefully removed the bags, she couldn't help but burst out laughing and exclaimed, "Oh my God! It's disappeared! there's almost nothing there!". She squeezed and pulled his pecker, amazed at the size difference from only a short while ago. "It really is so tiny," she said to herself, "it actually looks a bit like a clitoris!" At this she noticed it twitching. Quickly understanding how he loved humiliation play she continued, "Yes it looks just like a clit! We should call it that from now on, your little boy clit!". Taking it further she asked, "What's it called? Say it for me."

He paused; mouth open. To encourage him she squeezed his balls again at which he spluttered, "It's ... it's a little... boy... clit."

"Go on," she urged, increasing pressure.

"It's not a cock; it's just a little boy clit." He cried out intensely, ashamed yet clearly aroused.

"Good boy! Well done, " she answered, clearly continuing to mock him.

Bloody hell! she thought to herself, he loves this, it's already starting to grow. She grabbed his cage, roughly forced him back into it before his desire made it impossible once more. Then replaced the key-chain around her neck

She had one more idea, something they hadn't done yet or even discussed, but she was in charge and he would have to damn well comply.

She grabbed a black lacy thong from her panty drawer, it was one of her old ones, but still undeniably feminine. She slid them up his legs, ordered him to lift his bum off the bed and pulled them into place, making sure to pull the thong right up into his crack. She rubbed the lace against his crotch, watching him squirm in tortured delight. She pretended to try to squeeze his balls into the panties although there was no way they would fit! He responded to her touch, twisting and panting with erotic craving. She was playing him like a musical instrument, he was putty in her hands.

"Yes, that's nice," she teased, " little boys with little clits should always wear panties, don't you agree?" He nodded his head; lost in a submissive state she had created for him.

She grabbed her phone and started photographing his panty clad body, repositioning him at times to get the best shots.

She planned to send him a couple of the best ones the next time he was down the pub with his mates, which made her wonder whether she could actually send him out to meet them locked in his cage and wearing a pair of her panties. What a thought! Then an idea popped into her head, a plan for even more humiliation, Yes they would do that tomorrow.

Finally, she released his restraints and took off his blindfold, but only after putting on her dressing gown, thereby denying him the slightest chance of seeing her naked body.

He lay there gasping, somehow looking at her both sheepishly and lustfully at the same time, she smiled, satisfied with her labours.

"I'm hungry now," she stated, "go and make dinner for us, there's a good boy!" "As you are!" she added as he made a move towards the wardrobe. "There is a little frilly apron hanging on the back of the kitchen door, you can wear that for added protection."

He quietly left the bedroom to do as ordered.

She waited until he was about halfway down the stairs then called him back. "Sweetie!".

He returned to the bedroom, she was sat in front of the dressing table mirror, filing her nails. "Pour me another glass of wine would you!" She casually asked. The wine and glass were on the table right next to her, she wouldn't have had to reach at all to do it herself but why should I when hubby is so eager to please, she thought.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed him pause again, he seemed surprised that she would continue to belittle him like this. He quickly thought better of taking issue with her and poured the wine, he was about to leave again when she tutted. He turned to look at her. "What do you need to say?" She asked and pointed towards the floor.

He understood immediately, dropped to the ground and kissed her feet. "Thank you, thank you for everything you do for me! I love you!" He exclaimed, stood and disappeared to prepare dinner.

Life is good, she thought, and continued filing her nails.