My mistress kept me tied up for a month before letting me cum

Adrián was completely naked and tied to the sofa. The ropes crossed his chest and held his wrists to the armrests, just enough that he could move a few inches and no more. In front of him, standing, Selene watched him in a sheer dress that left nothing to the imagination: she wasn’t wearing a thing underneath, and the line of her sex was visible through the thin fabric, with only the faintest shadow of hair, which she kept that way because she knew how much he liked it.

It had been a month. A whole month without permission to cum, a month counting the days like a prisoner counts the marks on the wall. His balls were tight, almost aching, and his erection stood high and firm in the air of the room.

—You’ve held out for a month —she said, sliding the bare instep of her foot along the underside of his cock, slowly, from bottom to top—. That deserves a reward. You’re going to let it all go, every last drop. When I say so, of course.

—Yes, ma’am —he murmured.

Selene picked up a small plastic whip from the table, one of those light toys that make more sound than marks. She made it whistle once through the air before letting it fall onto Adrián’s taut cock. The blow was light, more surprise than pain, but he moaned all the same, a confused mix of hurt and gratitude at feeling anything after weeks of waiting.

The next blows landed on his balls, and with each one everything jolted from side to side. Selene laughed softly, delighted to see him like that, bound and at her mercy, wanting to bury himself in her and knowing she wasn’t going to let him.

—Look at you —she said—. So strong, so big, and here you are. Tied up like a dog waiting for his turn.

She gathered her intense pink mane into a high ponytail, clearing her face, and straddled his thighs. She began to trail her nails over his torso, over that hard, worked body that turned heads in the street and that now was utterly useless. She let her hand drift lower until it closed around his erection, and she worked it with relish, unhurried but relentless.

—Do you like that, dog?

—Yes, I love it when you touch it —he gasped, and she squeezed his balls in response.

—Do you really think it’s huge? —she laughed—. Big, sure. But huge? Please.

She gave him a couple of soft swats, just enough to keep the pleasure from becoming too easy. Then she leaned forward and swayed her breasts from side to side, brushing her lips against the fabric of the dress, letting him feel the hardness of her nipples without allowing anything more than the rub.

—That’s it. You want it, don’t you?

—Yes, my love. I want to cum on your tits.

—Everyone does —she said, and held his face between her hands for a moment—. Ask for it. Beg for it.

—Please —he repeated, and repeated it again, and again, his voice more broken each time—. Let me let it go over your body, please.

Selene pulled away just when he was closest. She stood up, smiling, and left him on the edge, throbbing into the void.

***

She brought two dildos and went over to the glass coffee table in front of the sofa. The rope gave Adrián a little room, and she used it: she forced him to lean over the table, on his knees, with his chest against the cold glass.

—Tonight you’re going to cum without anyone touching your cock —she told him in his ear—. With your ass. As befits you.

She presented him with the smaller of the two toys and began to push it in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, giving him time to open up. Adrián clenched his teeth and let out the air in a long groan when he felt it enter all the way. Selene got down in front of him, also on her knees on the rug, and started to fuck herself with the other, larger dildo, looking him in the eyes as she did it.

—Now move —she ordered—. I set the pace.

The two of them began rocking together on their toys, she perched on her heels, he arched over the table. Selene laughed to see him like that, sweating, thrusting into the air, bouncing like an animal getting faster and faster, lost in a sensation he did not control and had not chosen. That was what aroused her most: not sex itself, but the spectacle of her husband surrendering completely to whatever she decided.

—That’s it, dog. Harder.

Adrián felt it coming. He quickened his hips with a desperation that surprised even him, and after a few more thrusts against the toy, after a month of waiting, he came. The orgasm shook him from head to toe, without anyone touching his sex, and he ended up lying face down on the glass, trembling, emptying himself in long spasms.

But Selene wasn’t done with him.

***

While he was still collapsed on the table, catching his breath, she stood up and moved behind him. She strapped on a harness with the large dildo, came close, and fucked him herself, slowly at first and then with firm thrusts that drew from Adrián moans he no longer knew were pleasure or surrender.

—You’re a fucking dog —she whispered, licking his back as she drove into him—. But you’re my dog. And you’re going to learn very well where you belong in this house.

With one hand she held his hip to keep him in place; with the other she reached down and wrapped her hand around his balls. She started with a gentle pressure, barely a warning. Then she began to squeeze, little by little, without pause, until he screamed.

Within those four walls, only two things could be heard: Adrián’s hoarse cries and Selene’s low, satisfied laughter. And then it happened as always, what he never understood and she knew by heart: pain tangled with pleasure until it became impossible to tell them apart, and he came again, this time dry, already empty, his whole body contracting over the glass.

Selene withdrew, slipped off the harness, and stepped back, sweaty from the effort. She slapped his thigh.

—That was good —she said—. Let’s see those balls. Still intact?

She bent down to look at them. They were red, swollen, but intact.

—Yes. They’re still fine. For today.

She untied his wrists and the ropes around his chest. When they’d both caught their breath, they got into the shower together, and the hot water washed away the sweat and exhaustion. Afterward Adrián, spent, fell onto the bed and fell asleep almost at once, while Selene got dressed to go out for a moment.

***

She wanted something to drink and there was nothing left at home, so she headed to the twenty-four-hour supermarket two blocks away. She liked going out at night with only one thing on: a long trench coat, fitted to her body, and nothing at all underneath. Feeling the cool air against her bare skin, knowing she was walking the street like that and no one could imagine it, brought back the arousal the scene with Adrián had left simmering at the surface.

She bought what she needed and, on the way out, a couple of guys leaning against the wall started making comments at her. Wondering what a beautiful woman like that was doing alone at that hour. Telling her they could show her a good time. They laughed among themselves, emboldened, sizing her up with the stupid confidence of men who think size solves everything.

Selene stopped. She turned slowly.

—Do you boys like sex? —she asked with a calm that should have set off alarm bells.

They looked at each other, smiling, and nodded. They came a little closer. She set the bags on the ground and, with an almost tender gesture, opened her trench coat just enough for them to see she was wearing nothing underneath. The two of them went slack-jawed, drooling, taking another step toward her.

That was their mistake.

Selene’s hands shot out and closed, one on each groin, with the same precise technique she had used on her husband a while earlier. She squeezed. She really squeezed. The two of them lost all their swagger at once, doubled over, and screamed like little kids, legs going weak and their faces twisted. She held on a second longer, enjoying the change, and then let go to plant a clean punch on each of them that sent them to the ground.

—Thanks for the entertainment —she said, collecting the bags and watching them curl up on the asphalt.

She went back home with a smile that was still there when she crossed the door. Adrián was still asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands still remembering that pressure, and realized she was soaked, more aroused than she had been all night.

—Besides the drink —she murmured to herself—, I brought back another pair of balls to squeeze.

She couldn’t hold back. She lay down beside him, slipped her hand between her legs, and masturbated slowly, relishing the feeling of power running through her body, until she came silently so as not to wake him. Because if there was something Selene truly liked, more than any cock and more than any toy, it was having a pair of balls in her hand and squeezing, squeezing until she felt that with a little more she could split them in two.