After making some adjustments to the strap on, she belted the device around my chest so that the 8" dildo was pointed toward the ceiling. After Krista removed her bra and panties, she stood over my chest and then lowered her hips and eased the dildo on into her cunt. After grabbing the headboard, my lovely wife began bucking her hips and bouncing up and down on the dildo. During this time, she was playing with or slapping at her clit. As I watched her bouncing boobs, I could see that she was becoming more and more aroused. As her moaning became louder, her pleasure ride on the dildo approached a frenetic pace. As her wailing reached its peak, her orgasm hit, and her pussy juices enveloped the dildo and dripped onto my chest. Krista soon removed the dildo from my chest and also placed my frustrated missile back in the little cock cage. At this point, she uncuffed me from the bed; however, my evening was far from over.
"Now it is your turn to put on the dildo. I want you to shove that huge cock into my pussy." said Krista.
Krista assisted me in placing the strap on around my waist. In no time at all, Krista lay back on the bed, bent her knees and spread her legs. I eased the huge apparatus into Krista's inviting snatch. At Krista's directions, I began pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt. She grabbed a vibrator from the nightstand, and then rubbed it against her clit.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Krista exclaimed.
My own cock ( not the dildo ) and my balls were both generating a gnawing "blue balls like" pain in my crotch. I continued to thrust my hips so that the dildo relentlessly pounded Krista's love tunnel. The huge dildo as well as the humming vibrator began to send her over the edge. As her orgasm hit, I increased the pace of my thrusting until she was practically screaming. After Krista's wild little pleasure trip, she removed the strap on from my waist, and then instructed me to lick her love juices from the huge dildo. Since she literally held the key to all my future orgasms, I had no choice but to comply with her request.
As the weeks rolled on toward Christmas, the strap on dildo became a staple in Krista's lovemaking sessions. I was either fucking her in the pussy or the ass with the device, or she was butt fucking me like a wild woman. In the meantime, Krista was insistent that I continue my downloading of erotic photographs from the internet. To place more demands on my time, she increased my quota from 350 per week to 500. My photo collection now numbered more than 8000, which required the use of 5 different folders; Krista referred to these as my "erotic galleries" in that the folders were titled erotic gallery1, erotic gallery2 and so on. The sexual frustration boiling in my cock and swollen balls was nothing less than indescribable.
As of mid December, it had now been almost 8 months seen my last orgasm. I decided to pay a visit to my personal physician to discuss the medical implications of my orgasm deprived life. I was also hoping that he could recommend a way to remove this contraption from my nuts without doing damage to the family jewels. At this point I could have cared less if Krista discovered that I had this baby cut off. My hopes were dashed when I arrived at the doctor's office. The receptionist told me that Dr. Edwards had a family emergency and would be unavailable for my late afternoon appointment. The receptionist indicated that a female physician's assistant could work me in to her schedule. I signed in on their patient sheet and sat down in the waiting area. After about 5 minutes of waiting, I decided that a female doctor examining me and my caged genitals was not in my best interest. Embarrassment and more humiliation was not on my Christmas list. I had no objection to female doctors looking at my private parts, but I drew the line when my crotch was trapped in a prison. I quietly told the receptionist that I would reschedule with Dr. Edwards, and then I walked back to my car and drove home.
Christmas and New Year's passed fairly quickly, and Krista continued to relentlessly torture me with her cock teasing. My 43rd birthday was upcoming on January 21st, and Krista began dropping hints in early January that she may provide me with some sort of orgasmic relief as a birthday present. I attempted to ask her more specific questions regarding this potential ball bustin' event. She was evasive, and told me that I would have to wait until the evening of the 21st. As the big day approached, I was more upbeat and positive than I had been in 9 months. On the evening of January 21st, I arrived home about an hour early, and my lovely wife already had Dinner prepared. I could still not get an definitive answer from her as to the possibility of an orgasm.
Within an hour after Dinner, Krista had me naked and cuffed spread eagled on the bed. At his point she inserted an adult movie in the DVD player. As the movie began, Krista turned on the computer and positioned the flat panel computer monitor on a TV tray. As she had done in the past, the TV tray straddled my abdomen so that I could watch the stream of hot erotic pictures on the screensaver. Krista left the room for at least 30 minutes, leaving me no choice but to stare at the hotties on the computer screen and drool over the wild sex transpiring on the X-rated DVD. When Krista returned to the bedroom, she performed her usual sexy dance routine and seductive striptease. By this time my cockaroo was throbbing and twitching uncontrollably.
Krista began her teasing by placing her mountainous hooters against my face and instructing me to lick her nipples. Her attention soon drifted Southward as she planted soft delicate kisses on my own nipples before moving on to my stomach and lower abdomen. My bloated balls soon became the target of her unrelenting torture. She rolled my nuts around with her fingers for a couple of minutes before placing my balls in her warm mouth. While cupping my balls with one hand, Krista began to hungrily suck on my huge erection. Her tongue was dancing around from my tip of my purple cockhead to each side of my 7 inch shaft. After my manhood was coated with her saliva, she fisted my cock until I was near the orgasmic point of no return. Her diabolical methodology of sucking, licking and then fisting my cock continued for almost an hour. On 2 different occasions during this session, pre-come had formed at the tip of my meat. When Krista stopped the cock teasing and started putting her pajamas on for bed, I asked about my orgasm.
"You said that you might let me come tonight - with it being my birthday today." I asked.
"I never promised that I would let you come tonight. I only said that I might let you come, I decided that tonight will not be the night. Besides, if you read the small print on the contract you signed last April, you will see that there was a clause in the contract giving me an option to extend my sexual control over you for an additional year. In essence, I can keep your cock in prison for another 15 or so months, if I so wish."
"What? I didn't see that in the contract. I don't remember reading that at all." I stammered.
"You went over it so fast I know that you didn't see it. You were so thrilled that you were not going to lose half your money that you signed the contract without reading the entire document."
At this point I lost control of my emotions and began crying. Between my sobs I was begging Krista to show some mercy. My tears were flowing like a river down my cheeks. I could not imagine going another 15 months in this condition. Krista soon placed the cage back on my private parts and uncuffed me from the bed. I darted downstairs to find the signed contract which had completely messed up my life. As I wiped away the tears on my face, I carefully read the document word for word. I then read the document a second time and still did not see a reference to a potential second year. I went back upstairs with the contract to confront Krista. She was almost asleep, but I obviously wanted to get to the bottom of this issue as quickly as possible.
"Where is the second year referenced? I just read the whole contract, and I didn't see it."
"It's not there; I just made that up to see what your reaction would be. I didn't know that you were going to burst into tears like a teenaged girl."
"How do you expect I would react? My nuts are about to pop and you tell me that I have to go another 15 months. I don't know if I can trust you anymore with all these head games that you are playing with me."
"Trust. You wanna talk about trust. You're the one who cheated on me at least twice and damaged this relationship."
