(I have added to and revised this story)
I've been blessed with stamina. That is, until my volatile girlfriend turned it against me. She's diabolical that way. I didn't know how unhinged she was until we'd been dating a few months, but now it's too late - she's got me trapped. I hate it - and I love it. I love the wildness and the nonstop sex. I hate what she makes me do.
From the start she was bossy and controlling in the bedroom (never outside). But as the weeks went by she cranked up the knob on her domineering ways. Slowly, like a frog in hot water, I got sucked in by the great sex and the daily opportunities to shoot my load down her cocksucking throat. Yet, something beyond the great sex attracted me to her more than any other woman before.
At first the blowjobs were delivered nonstop, a couple times a day initially. Then they were replaced by other kinky activities. And I do mean replaced. But when I'd come from her unique sexual exploits she'd complain, with a mocking pout, how she didn't get to suck me off.
Like this one time she was blowing me when she started fingering my bum. She circled it for a while with her finger while her pretty head was bobbing up and down, then she inserted just the tip of her little pinky. I flinched at first but she said, "Don't be a baby and just go with it." It was dry and oh so tight, but the extra stimulation was both surprising and titillating.
I was getting close to finishing when she sucked one ball into her mouth, jammed her finger all the way in one thrust, and jerked on my cock with her other hand rapidly. She had been building me closer for maybe thirty minutes before then and finally I was ready and spewed a load in her fiery hair. I didn't know I would like butt stuff, but it drove me right over the cliff.
Clairey sat up with one auburn red lock of cum splattered hair dangling in her face, "Awww, I didn't get any. You were too hard to predict, Sandy. We're gonna have to speed you up, slowpoke."
After she had her finger up my bum, and I'd liked it, she seemed freed to introduce new kinks into our relationship at a daily rate.
Next she got this tiny vibrating anal probe that she used on me instead of her finger. I wasn't too keen when I first saw it but she outright threatened not to have sex with me anymore if we didn't use it. As it turned out, the vibrations were way cool. Somehow she got it in her head that when she had something up my ass she was going to jerk my cock instead of sucking on it. Of course I didn't realize that she had stopped giving me blowjobs until some weeks had elapsed. I mean, I was still getting sex so I didn't need to think too hard on it.
In the interim she introduced a few new ideas to me - always as a surprise. I really came to love it every time she announced she had a surprise.
She tied me up with toilet paper one time. Naturally, I could break the bonds instantly but it was symbolic and I played along. She "tied" my wrists and ankles, then blindfolded me with more tearable strips. She used a much larger vibrator on me and it certainly wasn't easy going. But I gritted my teeth and succumbed, motivated by her continual urgings to just let her do it. She said I wasn't being a real man if I complained. All the other times her ideas had ended really well so I went along with it.
It was big and it stretched me. When it was all the way in she started using abusive language for the first time. She called me her bitch and told me I must be queer for liking the huge phallic shaped object embedded in my rectum. I didn't know it was cock shaped until later when I saw it on the bedside table where she'd tossed it. It was black silicone with a wide flared mushroom head. It was also hard to believe that something so big had fit.
Anyway, when she had it fully inserted she licked my balls delightfully, but also slapped my cock playfully and insisted that I wanted to wear panties. When I was building up to my climax she vowed to get me some sexy sissy clothes and made me promise to wear them for her if I wanted to cum. What can I say, I wanted to cum.
It was only the following day when she presented me with my own white crotchless panties that matched hers. She said, "Here you go Sandy, I got you exactly what you asked for." The daunting lace felt rough, but when my cock and balls hung through the slit it was a great turn on. This was the first time she took me doggy style. Ordering me onto my hands and knees she knelt behind me squeezing "Bubba" up my now more receptive ass. It wasn't a strap-on but she used her hips to drive it rudely into me as if it were.
Leaning on my back she bemoaned how she hadn't been able to suck my cock for almost a month, how she missed swirling my cum around her mouth, and how it was a shame she couldn't get her face under my cockhead in that position. Giving me a reach around she hissed in my ear, "You could be a prisoner being raped by a big-cocked bull in your cell every night. He would reach around like this just so your ass would spasm on his big black cock when you climaxed. It's a pity I don't have a real cock to feel your orgasmic convulsions. A pity you can't feel real cockflesh."
Clairey wanked me hard while pounding my pantied ass, then caught my come in her other hand. At the time I didn't notice the incongruity but her words were, "Oh Sandy girl, I wish I could eat your cum in this position...but we can't let it go to waste..." It seemed true at that moment that she couldn't eat it stretched out over my back like she was. But in retrospect she could've eaten it as easily as I did. She clamped her sticky hand over my mouth, forcing my goo in between my lips, and having been trained to accept her odd sense of fun I went along with it. I also didn't notice just then that she called me 'girl'.
She was tired out from some stuff at work so it was another week before we got together again and my balls were quite blue so to speak. You know what I mean: jittery nerves and trouble sleeping. I needed to come bad but she kept asking me to save myself for her, then she was too tired to get together.
When the weekend arrived I was ready to jump her first thing Saturday morning, except she had a proverbial headache.
Around three o'clock she promised me some mind blowing and memorable sex if I indulged her. As if I didn't always.
Standing at the foot of her bed she undressed me, "Oh Sandy, I've missed your skin." She kissed my neck dropping my shirt to the floor. "And sucking on your nipples." She gave one of them a curt nip while dropping my pants. "And this! I could eat you up without any foreplay - but you take too long." She was kneeling with my crown in her mouth while struggling to get both pant legs over my feet and not quite succeeding.
After that she pushed me playfully and dominantly onto the bed. "I'm gonna treat you to something special to reward us for waiting." She managed to pull my pants off with my socks stuck in the legs.
"Now spread eagle sissy! I'm planning to put this seductive ensemble on you." She held up a very provocative and revealing red set I would have preferred to see on her.
But I couldn't take it any more. "Clairey, I've had enough. You've gone too far and I'm not wearing girl's lingerie."
She pursed her lips and started in with the baby talk "But darling, you said you'd indulge me."
I kept pushing back, "I've done nothing but indulge you. You get whatever you want. We fool around wherever and whenever you want it and I feel like I'm just along for the ride. That, that outfit isn't an indulgence - it's a perversion!"
She changed her tune, "Sorry honey. You're right and we need to make you more of the center of this. Here, lay back and I'll take care of you. What can I do to make it better?"
